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[maltesefalcon]

A new story instead of a repost. Note there are two endings to this story.Pick the one you like.

Also a disclaimer for darker subject matter and themes.

 

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Mrs. Jenner pored over the resume in front of her very carefully. Finally, she looked at the applicant in front of her and smiled. “Well, this certainly looks fine, Miss Vernon. There have been a number of grads applying this year; but you will definitely be on the short list.”

The applicant smiled herself and asked. “Thank you so much, and you may call me Ashleigh, if you like. So, where do we go from here?”

The personnel manager explained. “Next step is a one-on-one with Mr. Carter-the VP of Finance. He’s the one you’d be reporting to.” The young woman in front of her leaned back, as she grimaced in pain. Alarmed, the interviewer asked. “Are you alright dear?”

Ashleigh blushed and sighed. “Sorry, my back’s killing me. It’s normal for me though.” Then, she pointed down at her absolutely massive boobs. “I think you can see why.”

Mrs. Jenner nodded. “I’d noticed. They are rather-pronounced shall we say?”

Ashleigh shrugged and nodded. “Goes without saying, it’s all anyone ever notices about me. I made the Dean’s list every year in college; but my chest is the only thing I’m remembered for. Everyone thinks I’m a bimbo. I’d have gotten a reduction a long time ago; but I needed the money for college. I was hoping as I got older, I’d sort of grow into them. It’s just the opposite-they get bigger every year! Honestly, you have no idea how inconvenient or embarrassing it is to be like this.”

The older women had a new opinion about this girl. She figured they were fake, and that she actually was a bimbo. She leaned forward and whispered “Actually, that’s where you are wrong. I was as big as you once. They called me Jiggles Jenner behind my back. I’m older and heavier than you and had 4 kids. I went 10 years without seeing my toes.” She laughed at that. “I got them reduced a few years back. Hang in there. If you get hired, we have a great health plan. They’ll cover it, if a doctor signs off it’s for health reasons. I can refer you to some specialists if you like. But…we are getting a little ahead of ourselves aren’t we?” Mrs. Jenner stood to leave and extended her hand. “Thank you for coming. We’ll be in touch in a few days.”

“Oh” Ashleigh replied. “I have to come back again? I thought…I’d hoped…you’d be making a decision today.”

“You really expected to get hired on the spot-one interview? Kids today-honestly.” The older woman rolled her eyes ever so slightly. “That’s not how it works, dear. I add my notes to the resumes I think show promise, and he reviews them. Those that make the cut come back for a follow-up, like I said.” She patted the young woman’s hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry dear, you did well so far-pretty sure we will call you back in.”

The applicant frowned in resignation. “Thank you for the feedback, but I’m not sure I can actually do that.”

Mrs. Jenner controlled her impatience, due to the distressed look on the applicant’s face. “And why is that?”

She explained. “Times are tough-getting hard to find work. As you can see from my resume, I’m not from L. A. There’s no good jobs back home, in Scranton. I flew here and put myself up in a hotel, in hopes of at least getting something. Can’t afford to stay here a week on spec. and used up most of my savings for the ticket. But as you say, rules are rules.” The younger woman stood and began to gather her papers. “It was so nice to meet you, anyway. Thank you for taking the time to chat with me. And thank you for the advice on…you know.” She looked down on her bosom for emphasis.

The respectful tone had an effect on Mrs. Jenner. “You know, we can sometimes accommodate special circumstances. If I phone Mr. Carter, he’ll just say no. Follow me, we’ll ambush him-I still won’t guarantee anything, mind.”

Ashleigh smiled in silent victory. “Can’t ask for more than that.” As the pair strode out, Miss Vernon took a second to glance at herself. Blond hair done up in a severe backsweep. Just a hint of neutral makeup.  Business-like horn rimmed glasses. Gray wool skirt suit. The epitome of the downplayed serious look, for a young businesswoman. She’d been coached well in her Dress for Success class. But there was no downplaying what was inside that suit. She’d chosen a skirt with a full lower half, reaching just above the knee. However, the upper half was skin tight, revealing every curve of her 44” bubble butt. Up top, the jacket was carefully fitted and sculpted, to hint at the 48FF breasts inside. Trying not to wiggle too provocatively, she still noticed most of the men and a couple women stop to do a double take, as she passed. She hoped the total effect would not be lost on this Mr. Carter.

Eventually, they arrived at his office. Mrs. Jenner knocked on the frame of his door, which was open at least. “Excuse me sir. We have a young lady came a long way to apply for a job. We were hoping you’d see her, while she was here/”

He continued to review his paperwork and grumbled “Can’t you see I’m busy? I need to finish this report by 3 pm.” The pair made no motion to leave, so he looked up, scowling. He was about to berate his colleague; but the sight of her companion made him freeze in mid-thought.

Mrs. Jenner took advantage of the pause and blurted. “Sir, this is Ashleigh Vernon. She’s an applicant for the junior analyst. She’s come a long way, like I explained.”

He leaned back in his chair and waved them both in. “Come in. I’ll give you five minutes.” He held out his hand for the resume; but it was apparent that he was more interested in her physical attributes. He plopped the document on his desk and nodded. “Have a seat Miss Vernon. Kate, will you give us a few minutes? Close the door on your way out.”

The older woman whispered. “He’s all yours. Just be careful.”

Ashleigh waited until the door was closed. Mrs. Jenner sighed to herself. Nice girl-too bad she was so insistent. Her promises to the contrary, here was no way she’d have passed her resume up the ladder. Putting her in with Carter was like waving a steak in front of a Rottweiler. She asked for it-not my problem now.

Mrs. Jenner’s next half hour would be spent cancelling the rest of the interviews. No point in wasting time with candidates who’d never be hired now. Carter would make sure the latest “Jiggles” had a job, even if her salary came out of his own pocket. She couldn’t be too critical. Her own upper endowments had gotten her a job too, some years back. It was all finished now; but she hoped Mitch, her husband didn’t need to do a DNA test on their second child any time soon. He’d be shocked to find out the real reason for Jimmy’s blue eyes and blond hair.

Now in private, the VP looked his companion over, beginning the usual small talk and loaded questions associated with nearly all interviews. He seemed to like her answers, as he nodded. Finally, he put his cards out. “Your resume looks good. But you need to know-there have been many other applicants and times are a bit tough. We’re flooded with our pick of the best of the best. Give me a reason why I should hire you.”

She began. “Well, like you say-times are tough-I need a job. I’ve flown ¾ of the way across the country, just for this interview.”

He waved her off. “You need to practice your listening skills. I didn’t ask for reasons why you applied. Let me put it this way-do you have any other qualifications that I might be interested in?” He eyed her lasciviously and stared at her chest. “Maybe…we could discuss them over…lunch, let’s say.” He licked his lips, but she was pretty sure that his appetite was not for food.

“Lunch is it?” She tempered her response. “Am I to infer that I’m on the menu?”

He smirked. “That’s an impolite way to put it, but I think we are on the same page here. What do you say?”

“May I speak plainly?”

He nodded. “Please do. I like that, in fact.”

“I’m broke and need a job. Let’s not pretend, with this crap about “lunch”. If you are hinting around to see if I’ll sleep with you, to get the job, the answer is yes. But lunch is out-dinner would be nice. That’s on you-she undid the middle button of her blouse and began to stroke the cleavage, barely visible underneath. You do that, I’ll look after dessert. I’m at the Hyatt, if you want to think it over. Other than that, I have nothing else to offer; so as far as I am concerned, the interview is over.”

He chuckled. “I like you already. In fact, I think we can be friends-more than friends actually. Shall we meet at 7?”

She shook her head. “Not unless you want to eat at the airport. I’m catching the 9 pm home. 5 maybe?”

Licking his lips, he leered at her longingly. “Negotiations like this can be tough to pin down . Pretty sure it will take all night.”

She laughed a bit. “Most men your age couldn’t even stay awake that long let alone… “. She let him draw his own conclusions. “I’m intrigued now-all night it is, but I have one little complication. I can change my flight; but I can’t afford another night in LA. This city is really expensive.”

He nodded as he picked up the phone. “Hyatt by the airport?” She nodded. “Janice get me the LAX Hyatt will you? Reservation desk.”

A few seconds passed until the call went through. “You have a young lady in room…”

She offered “1224”

“1224. I’d like to add another night to her stay. But move her things to an Executive Suite and make sure there is a good bottle of champagne in the fridge. Put it on my card.” He pulled out his Gold Card and gave his billing info. “Oh-reservation for dinner for two-seven pm. Name Carter.”

He hung up and smiled. “So, we’ll see you at seven.”

She smiled. “I’ll be ready. Oh, by the way-I’ll wear something more appropriate to the occasion. Look for a black satin cocktail dress. I’ll make it worth your while-but just so we understand each other. You bring a signed offer that will impress me, or my part of the deal’s off.”

Carter was practically quivering in anticipation. “Don’t worry-you’re in good hands now.” Or you soon will be, he opined to himself. Ashleigh forced a smile, as she let herself out. He relished the sway of her hips as she left, but resisted the temptation to go into the hall to get a last glimpse. Good thing-because the rest of the office had beat him to the punch. Some of the men exchanged knowing glances as the women glared in disapproval.

 

 

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Chapter 2

Seven arrived, as Mr. Carter rushed into the bar. He looked around for his “date” and was not disappointed. She’d let her hair down, so the long blond locks just touched the top of her buttocks. In the three minutes it took to find her and cross the room, she had deflected the attentions of no less than four men his own age, hoping for a chance at this beauty. She caught his eye and waved him over. The final suitor realized he was wasting his time and melted into the crowd. Now fully war painted, her red lips invited Carter closer. The skin tight satin dress sculpted her massive breasts and the nipples poking out indicated she’d not worn a bra, nor did she need one. “You look ravishing.”

She shrugged. “Just doing my bit. You need to get your money’s worth. Speaking of which…”

He produced a folder and offered. “Maybe, we can review over dinner?”

She cut him off. “Let’s have a drink first. Then we’ll see if there will be dinner.”

He sighed and they slipped into a booth.  After they each got a drink, she reviewed the contracts. “Bit cheap aren’t we? 40 grand a year isn‘t much of an offer for an MBA graduate.”

He shrugged. “It’s the highest I can offer to a new hire. I’m only a VP, I can’t leverage more than that. There’s a good benefit package, including $1 million life insurance. You’d get a performance raise after three months. That I do have more discretion for. Besides, we both know you aren’t being hired for your MBA. I’m sure you catch my drift. I can offer a substantial income, to someone who goes that extra mile.”

“I’m not stupid. Let me see the contract please.” She looked it over, noting the forms were signed by himself, the President and the Personnel Director. Once she added her own to both copies, it was legally binding. She placed her copy in her bag and smiled. “Now it’s my turn. Oh there’s one thing-I can’t start for a month or two-need time to relocate-that sort of thing.”

He nodded. “That’s fine-take as long as you need. We don’t really need another junior that bad anyway.” He sipped his drink and warned her. “You’d do well to remember that, and who your friends are here.” He smiled in smug satisfaction. “Let’s get dinner over quick, okay?” He leaned forward. “I took a pill, just in case. You know…”

She did know. “Why don’t we skip dinner and head right to…dessert-like I promised?” She stroked her belly and added. “Besides, I tend to put on the pounds on hotel food and I’m worried about getting fat.”

He leered. “Oh, I don’t know. I think you have a delightful figure.”

She giggled. Grabbing her breasts, she explained. “If it all went here, I’m sure you’d be fine with it. But trust me, it won’t and I’m kind of a compulsive eater. It was easier in college-no money or time for indulgences. But now-I’ve already gained 5 pounds since graduation. By the way, in case you were wondering, it’s all factory equipment up there. Been a blessing and a curse.”  She grabbed his hand and led him out. “We’ll get room service later, if you want. Let’s go.”

Once in the elevator, she gave him a taste of what he was hoping for. She placed his left hand on her breast, and the right on her butt. Then, she grabbed his face, kissing him long and hard. He was just coming up for air, when the elevator stopped. An elderly couple waiting for it, had an uncomfortable ride up the next 3 floors. The pair giggled as they got to her room. She looked at him again. “No regrets? Last chance to chicken out.”

He laughed. “I would have thought that was my line.” To answer her question, he kissed her again, but this time he slid his hand up the slit of her dress and under the skirt. She jumped a bit, but dragged him inside. That was the last thing he remembered, until morning.

He awoke at 10am. Head pounding and a little nauseous. The girl was already gone-and so was her stuff. He remembered drinking a lot of champagne last night and the empty bottles scattered around the room proved it. Suddenly, he had a moment of panic. He’d fallen for this before. You idiot-she’s a hooker! He jumped up, expecting to find a missing Rolex and an empty wallet. But they were both there on the night table, where he’d dropped them. She’d even folded his clothes for him and left them on the armchair beside the window. Once he scanned through the wallet and found that no cash or cards were gone, he sighed with relief. Still, where was the girl-what was her name again?

He looked over to the pillow beside him. There was a note. “Hi love. Sorry, I had to catch an early flight. I’ll explain later.” The note had no signature, but the lip prints on the bottom left no doubt as to its author. He rubbed his throbbing temples, sighing as he got dressed. It was careless of him to indulge so much last night. He’d need to come up with a good excuse for being so late for work; and an even better one, for not coming home (again) last night. First, a quick shower to get rid of any evidence, then a couple phone calls to set up an alibi.

The young lady in question was actually nowhere near an aircraft, at this point. She grumbled to herself. “That’s one more down and one more piece of my self-respect down the drain”; as she pulled her beat up old Taurus into the Burger King parking lot. She had trouble rounding the tight corner; as her enormous breasts interfered with her arm movements. “Damn these things. Soon as this is over, they are gone!” Once inside, she greeted the hostess-Rita. “Hm. Today I’ll have 3 whoppers, 3 large fries and two chocolate shakes. Oh…and a diet Coke.”

The girl laughed at the incongruity and offered. “Honestly honey, I don’t know where you put it. If I ate like you do, I’d weigh 1000 pounds by now.”

The customer resisted the urge to comment that she was already making a pretty good attempt. This girl had bigger boobs than hers. But Rita was probably hovering at around 250, and beat her to the punch. Her 51-43-57 figure had not come from eating salad. “Even if you try hard to avoid temptation, this place is a bad influence, you know. I’ve gained a hundred pounds in year, working here. I tried to quit, but my husband won’t hear of it. I think he secretly likes the new me.” She whispered “No mention of the 1000 pounds, okay? He hears that…well just in case. There isn’t a day goes by now, that someone doesn’t ask me if I’m pregnant. Enough is enough.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” She had no idea who her husband was anyway. Paying, she rushed out. She got home and walked into her apartment’s mini-kitchen. There was a pizza box with one slice left and a bucket of chicken with 3 thighs. She sighed. This was not good.

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Chapter 3

“Ashleigh I’m back, where are you?” It was an odd question, especially since “Ashleigh” answered from the bathroom. “I’m in here-doing a final tally.” Finally, another young woman strode out just in time to catch the recent arrival in the living room. Now, it was apparent that the two were twins-identical twins in fact-with one major difference. The newly appointed “Ashleigh” was heavier, considerably so. She waddled out in her nightie and offered. “305 pounds-just in time. I’m so finished with this.”

The “imposter”, whose real name was Brittney, scowled. “Finished? Not by a long shot, kiddo. First of all, you are only in phase 1 and even that’s not quite done. We agreed on 310, remember? Your BMI has to be 60 or more, for this to work. You’re slacking off, judging by the leftovers in the kitchen. I brought you a snack, just in case. Get to work on that and I’ll fix up these shakes to wash them down.” She took the lids off and stirred in some salad oil and weight gain powder to make them more fattening. “There. That should do the trick. Now down the hatch!”

“This is big enough.”Ashleigh grumbled; shaking her head and doing her best to cross her plump arms across her torso. Finally, she gave up and placed her hands on her muffin top hips, to scold her sibling. “It’s not fair. You get to go out and meet people, while I’m stuck here gorging myself silly. It’s boring and lonely.”

Brittney frowned. “Well, I get to meet people all right. I spent the last night letting a sweaty old drunk paw all over me, while convincing him he’s the greatest lover since Valentino. Again.”  She held up a pinkie for emphasis and slowly let it sag. “I’m thinking I should have done your part, after all. Getting fat is pretty easy-it will take me an hour to wash that man’s b.o. off me. I think that was number 35, or something. But back to the subject at hand. You are going to give me that 5 pounds. Think of it as just a number. No offense, but you’re already so fat, it won’t even show-not really. It’s the scale that matters, just in case we end up with a legal issue. No sense arguing about it. Now eat, before it gets cold.”

Ashleigh shook her head emphatically. “Nope. I’m as done as I’m going to get. What choice do you have, actually?”

“Well…actually I have several choices. Much as I would hate it, I do have 35 real job offers already. I’ll just pick the best one, and start working there on Monday. What you got so far, tubbo?”

Ashleigh was outmanoeuvred and she knew it.  She stared silently and pouted, so Brittney pressed. “You can be a 310 pound rich girl or a 305 pound loser. What’s your answer?”

The fat sister waddled out to the kitchen and looked over the “snack”. Pulling out one of the burgers, she sniped “Of course I’ll do it.” Between mouthfuls she mumbled. “No’ li’ I ha’ a choish ish theah?”

Brittney raised an eyebrow. “Actually, you did. I would have traded places; but you didn’t want my role did you?”

Swallowing, Ashleigh sneered. “You tricked me into that too-remember? I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

Brittney waved her off. “Let’s not bring that up again. Anyway, he was the last one on the list. It’s up to you, now. Have you done your homework?”  

Ashleigh nodded. “I read everything about him and the company. It’s like I’d been there myself. Don’t worry, I’m ready.”

“Okay, but you won’t be seeing him for a month or two. Let’s see…yes. You have a first day on the job with Mr. Powers on Monday. You up to speed on him too?”

Ashley nodded. “I know his whole life story, inside and out. I told you-I’m ready to start phase 2.”

“Mentally yes, but physically-not quite. It’s Friday so that gives us three more days.” She patted her sister’s massive paunch and winked “We need those five pounds by then. Come on, I know you have room for it. Get started, while I’m cleaning up-if you want, I’ll feed you the rest. We’ll get 2 pounds on you by supper.”

Ashleigh sighed in resignation. “I need something to wash it down. You said something about a shake?”

“There’s two on the counter. Don’t drink my diet Coke.”

The gluttonous sibling snorted. “God forbid. Just hurry and help me, before I change my mind.”

Brittney kissed her on the cheek. “That’s the spirit.” She patted the massive belly once more. “I’m going to stuff you all weekend.  I know it’s hard, but trust me, it’ll be worth it in the end.”

Ashleigh sighed. “Oh joy. But take a look how you ended up in the mirror, then at me. Don’t you dare tell me, you know how hard this is. You have no idea what it’s like to be this heavy, or how much effort it was to do it. This scheme better work, or I’ll kill you for doing this to me.”

Brittney shrugged, as she sauntered into the bathroom. “It’s up to you now. I have no further part-so if we fail, it’ll be your fault.”

Ashleigh did not want to admit her sister was right. That was one reason she finished off the BK meal and all the leftovers, in the 20 minutes her sister was in the shower. The other reason was that she was becoming addicted to the attention, and the guilt-free gluttony, her sister had talked her into. In fact, her biggest worry was that she was actually enjoying being fat so much; that she’d never be able to stop the process. That, she would never admit, however. It was better to make Brittney feel bad about it.

For now, she focused on the plan and her part in pulling it off. We zoom back 3 months, to June.

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Chapter 4

Ashleigh sighed as she closed off her computer screen, just as her sister Brittney came into their shared apartment. The expression on her sister’s face gave it away but she asked anyway. “Any luck?”

Brittney replied “Nope. 2 week road trip and didn’t get one interview-sorry. There’s nothing within 300 miles; unless you want to work in fast food, or lawn maintenance.”

Ashleigh snorted “Mom and Dad left us a good amount of money in their will. Why the hell did we waste our money getting MBA’s?”

Brittney countered. “They left us enough to live on for a while-the rest was for our college fund. No way to break it, if you recall. Probably for the best- we’d blow it otherwise.”

Ashleigh laughed. “Live on? In L.A.? You call this living? Look at this crap apartment, and we can only afford 1 car. Maybe we can move back to Scranton? It’s cheaper there, at least.”

“There’s no future for us in Scranton. The money would run out eventually there, too. We need to come up with a money-making opportunity soon.”

Ashleigh spat out. “Maybe we should rob a bank or something?”

She laughed, but Brittney took on a more serious tone. “Funny you should say that. I may have something else we can try. Work sucks, anyway. Suppose…we could get paid not to work?”

Ashleigh snorted. “Like Unemployment Insurance? We have no work history-we won’t qualify.”

“No, I think I have a better plan. It will involve a little sacrifice on our part.”

Ashleigh blanched. “Sounds ominous-is it legal?”

Brittney shrugged. “Bit of a gray area there, but it’s certainly underhanded. Look, can we talk about this over lunch-Pizza Hut has a lunch buffet that’s reasonable.” Ashleigh nodded and the pair sped over.

Once there, Ashleigh came back to the booth and found her sister simply gorging herself. She must have had 5 pieces on her plate, but they were disappearing fast. Brittney barely acknowledged her, so Ashleigh finally blurted out. “What the hell are you doing?”

The gluttonous sister paused for air and gasped. “I have a confession. I’ve been doing this for two weeks I was away, as a test. On the Weight Watchers web site, it says if you eat fast, you usually eat more.”

Ashleigh laughed. “Weight Watchers? Since when did you need their advice? You aren’t fat. But you keep eating like that-you will be, sis.”

Brittney leaned in and whispered. “Hope so. At least, that’s the plan.”

Her twin stared at her open mouthed. “Plan? Run that by me again?”

Brittney giggled. “I’m actually trying to get fat, but it’s harder than you’d think. Look, I don’t want to lose my momentum. How ‘bout getting me another few slices; while I finish this? I want to gain a couple pounds by the weekend, if I can.”

Now worried, Ashleigh spat out. “Seriously, what are you doing?”

Brittney leaned forward again. “Pipe down a bit. I am serious. Relax, it’s what I want and I’m not crazy. This is the plan I was hinting about. I need to gain weight, but not five or ten pounds. When I’m done, I’ll be massive. And you need to help me with it.”

Looking around, Ashleigh giggled. “Oh, you are not. Who put you up to this? Am I being punked or something?”

Brittney patted the seat beside her, in the booth. “Hop in a sec.” Ashleigh stood and while she was making the transition, Brittney grabbed her pizza slices. With her free hand she lifted the hem of her sweat shirt. “Check it out-I’m already making progress.”

Asheigh gasped. There was a plump little paunch, where there had been a flat six-pack, 2 weeks before. She pinched the roll the make sure it was real. “You know, I thought your face looked fuller when you came in. Omigod sis, you’re really gaining weight!”

Brittney nodded. “But it’s for a good cause.” She sighed. “Only gained 25 pounds so far, though.”

“Wait. You seriously gained 25 pounds in 2 weeks?” Ashleigh blanched.

“Yep-but I have a long way to go. Will you help me?”

“Help you to ruin your figure and maybe your health? Honey, you’re scaring me.”

Rolling her eyes heavenward, Brittney belched as she elaborated. “For my plan to work, I’ll need to gain 100 pounds, but as you can see, I can do that pretty much on my own. That’s my end of the deal. Yours is tougher.”

Ashleigh finally noticed her pizza was gone and grabbed her plate. She glared menacingly, advising “I’m going to get some more, and you had better be ready to start at the beginning, when I get back.”

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Chapter 5

When Ashleigh returned, her sister had a newspaper article waiting for her. “Read this.” Ashleigh scanned the article, which began:

Employers are now tackling the employee obesity issue with a different frame of mind. Like those who are afflicted by alcoholism, there is a growing consensus, that some obesity is genetically and medically related. In such cases, employees with a BMI that exceeds 60, may be treated as disabled and qualify for benefits…

Ashleigh shrugged “So?”

“So, if I can gain 100 pounds, my BMI will be right in the target zone. I’d qualify for benefits. Wouldn’t need to work-just sit home; let the money roll in. Easy peasy, right?”

Ashleigh laughed. “You always tell me you’re the smart one. One flaw in your little plan-you don’t actually have a job. What’s more, no one will hire you, if you’re that big.”

“That’s right sis, but there is a way to make both of us benefit. By the way, that’s where you come in.”

“Oh, do tell me more.” Ashleigh had no intention of helping in this insane scheme; but wanted to find out the full extent of her sister’s delusion.

Brittney grabbed another slice and between bites she explained. “People mistake us for each other all the time, right? It’s the beauty and the curse of being identical twins. But we won’t be identical for long, if I get fat and you don’t. Don’t you get it? You can do the interview and get the job. You’ll need to make some excuse to not start right away. Once the deal is sealed-I show up later to report for duty. It’ll fool the average person that only met you once or twice; but of course if I’m fat enough, they won’t want me. They’ll offer some payoff to make me go away, rather than face a fat discrimination suit. Bingo-we’re rich! I’ll show you some of the settlements that were made at home. Rough average is three months pay-6 at the top end. $30-50k, in our market segment.”

Although intrigued by now, Ashleigh sighed. “Now suppose-just suppose that were to happen? How are the two of us supposed to live on 3 months pay? It probably won’t even pay for the extra food, to fatten you up. Your numbers don’t make sense.”

Brittney nodded. “MBA is coming in handy already. You’re right-if we only had one employer, it wouldn’t make sense. But what if we get hired by several dozen? If we hit them up for $30 grand each, we’d be set for life.”

Ashleigh sat back in the booth and whistled softly. She was coming over to her sister’s side of the argument now. “I can’t believe I’m saying this; but that…actually…makes sense. How come no one thought of it before-sounds fishy?”

“It’s for the reason you just stated. A single person could only do this once; because they could only get fat once. No one would hire them, after that.”

Ashleigh nodded. “But how do we…”

 Brittney interrupted. “That’s why I need to get big enough to leave no doubt as to the outcome. If I’m fat enough, I shouldn’t last past the first day. They offer me a quick settlement to quit-I move on to the next sucker. In the unlikely event someone does agree to keep me; we still find an excuse to move on, settlement or not. That’s why you’ll need to get plenty of interviews and job offers. Simple and easy.”

Ashleigh was reeled in now. “Hmm. I’m in, but I know you. I’m surprised you didn’t ask me to do this. There’s something you aren’t telling me. What’s the catch?”

Brittney blushed a bit and finally blurted. “You’ll need to make sure we get a lot of offers, not just interviews. Once we research the right companies and the right decision makers; you’ll have to do whatever it takes to get the job. I can help-you’ll be irresistible, at least physically.”

Ashleigh whitened. “Are you suggesting that I’d have to…offer myself to get the jobs?” Her face took on a look of complete disgust, at that thought.

“Nope.” Brittney countered. “Not suggesting-I’m telling you, flat out. You need to do that, offer or not. It’s our hook on the saps that fall for it. Don’t you see? Even if you are my twin; I have to say you are a pretty hot looking woman. We’ll take that up a notch-target guys who’ll hire you, based on your sex appeal alone. Once they see me, they’ll lose interest and try to get rid of me. But we’ll have something else on them, besides the potential for weight discrimination. Sexual harassment, infidelity, you name it. They’ll have to pony up or we’ll squawk. It’s a perfect setup.”

Ashleigh shook her head. “Nothing doing. I’m not sleeping with a bunch of strange men. The whole concept repels me.”

Brittney kept eating. “Betcha weren’t thinking like that, when you and Todd were doing it?”

Ashleigh reddened. “Honestly, I have apologized over that 100 times. How many more...”

“You can apologise 1000 times-it doesn’t change the fact you pretended to be me, to sleep with my boyfriend.”

“I told you before. We were both drunk and I’m sorry. Frankly, I think he knew it was me and he did it anyway.”

“So do I-that’s why we aren’t engaged any more. Anyway, let’s move on. Are you in?”

Ashleigh snorted. “Of course not. This is the stupidest plan I ever heard of. Even in a sitcom no one would fall for it.”

Brittney nodded. “There is that risk. That’s why I’m taking on the toughest role. In case it doesn’t work, I would feel bad if you got fat for nothing. Anyway I’m going to do it with or without you.” She stood and came back with another 5 slices of pizza and began to eat again.

Ashleigh sighed. “Stop it. If you don’t have me, the plan won’t work.”

Brittney nodded. “I know.” She grabbed another slice and began to wolf it down.

Her sister snickered. “Go ahead, get fat. Gain 100 pounds. What the heck-gain 1000 pounds; I’m still not going to do my part. If you’re thinking you can guilt me into it later, once you’re ready; you’re sadly mistaken. ”

Brittney blanched, as Ashleigh realized that she had guessed right. “Oh, hit a nerve? I’m right, aren’t I? You thought you had everything worked out; but you didn’t count on me not doing my part. It’s the hardest anyway. I’m not sure if I could do it, even if I wanted to.”

Brittney stopped mid-swallow. “You think this is the easier role? Seriously?”

Ashleigh sighed in relief, now that her sister seemed to be listening to reason. “For me it would be-I’m not good at fooling people like you are. You always remind me that you’re the smart one-it’d be a walk in the park. How hard is it to get fat? Piece of cake. Lots of pieces of cake, in fact.”

She laughed at her own joke; but saw the wheels turning in her sister’s head. Brittney put the pizza down. “I have to admit that it would involve selling a bit of your soul, each time. So…suppose I did the…recruiting let’s call it-would you be willing to play the other part? Just hypothetically, of course.”

Ashleigh pondered a minute and finally asked. “So, the plan’s the same as before; but I’d have to be the fat one?”

Brittney was careful not to provoke her. “Temporarily-yes. We can get the weight off you, once the money comes in. I’d help of course-I had a whole exercise plan all worked out. I can show you later.”

Ashleigh sat for a moment longer and asked. “How much weight again?

“100 pounds more-bring you to 220. That’ll boost your BMI to 60.”

She looked at her sister happily gorging herself and asked. “How’s it feel getting fat?”

“Honestly it felt weird at first; but you get used to it, after a couple days. Now I think of it as my job- means to an end. Hollywood actors have done it, for a movie role. Maybe you could think of it as role playing, whatever makes it easier to deal with?” She waited with bated breath for a response.

Finally Ashleigh stood. “We don’t have anything else going on, and I am definitely not whoring myself out to a bunch of strangers. You do that-I’ll be the fat one.” Then, a pause. “Wait a minute. This is real, right? Not some elaborate hoax to trick me into getting fat, for nothing? I would hate you forever, if you did that…”

Brittney took her sister’s hand and rested it on her nascent paunch once more. “Until five minutes ago, the roles were the other way around, remember? It was your idea to switch them, not mine. Even I wouldn’t gain 25 pounds, just for a joke.”

Ashleigh nodded in defeat. “I guess you’re right.”

“As always.” Brittney nodded. “Just one thing-no backing out. This is going to take some time, effort and above all, money. We will need to devote the last of it, on one roll of the dice. If we screw this up, we’re on welfare.”

Ashleigh shook her head. “Once my mind’s made up, I keep my word. I’m in, and I am going to get more pizza. I might as well start now.”

Brittney nodded. “Get more for me. I want to gain 10 more pounds anyway.”

The puzzled look with which that was greeted, provoked Brittney to wave her out. “Go. Go. I’ll explain later in private. Now hurry!”

As her sister sashayed to the buffet, Brittney smiled to herself. “Oh yes, sis. I’m the smart one, all right. Phase one under way!”

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Chapter 6

Ashleigh was as good as her word and ate like the possessed. Finally, after an hour of eating and some pretty stern looks from the staff, she burped loudly and gasped out. “That’s it-I’m full.”

Brittney slid in beside her and felt her stomach. It was hard as a rock, but she held out another piece of pizza. “Come on sis. Two more should do it.”

Ashleigh shook her head. “No more. I’m full.”

Brittney insisted. “One more then. I need to know you’re serious about doing this. We don’t have forever.” Despite her sister’s protest, she broke the pizza into small pieces and coaxed them into her a bit at a time, like feeding a two-year-old.

Satisfied Brittney nodded. “Pretty good, for a first timer. You’ll do better, as you get practice.”

Ashleigh’s eyes narrowed. “I’m taking a big chance here. If I gain the weight and there’s no job offers-well I’m now an unemployed fat chick. Worst case scenario for you, is possible jail time. I could go too, and be fat for nothing on top of it. Tell you what-since I have more skin in the game-I want 60% of the take.

Brittney sighed “You have a point. I’ll agree to 55%, no more.”

“Nope. 60% or get someone else.”

Brittney reddened “There is no one else. If we weren’t twins with the same qualifications, it wouldn’t work at all.”

Asheigh countered. “Oh, there is one person that would qualify. If it’s such a great idea, you do keep doing it. You already have a head start, anyway. I’ll keep the 45%, but it will be worth it to see your fat ass waddling around here. Hell, I’d almost do it for free, come to think of it. But I need money, too.”

Brittney pulled out her Visa and paid the bill. “You drive a hard bargain, and I’m over a barrel. 60% it is. I guess I must be losing my touch.” On the way home, she pulled into Burger King drive-through. Ashleigh rolled her eyes as she ordered a strawberry and chocolate shake. She paid and handed them to her sister, as she drove out. Ashleigh laughed “Which one’s mine-not that I need it?”

“They’re both yours and yes, you do. Gaining 100 pounds is a lot harder than you may think, and we don’t have forever. Try to get some shakes in you, at every meal. They really have a lot of calories. They’ll fatten you up quick.”

Ashleigh added sarcastically “Oh joy.” Nevertheless, she began to slurp down the fattening drinks and both were gone by the time they got home.

Brittney’s tummy was rumbling by then. “Okay let’s change into our pjs. We can do some research and I’ll make us a snack later.”

“Us? Are you still trying to put on weight?”

She nodded. “Only ten more pounds, now. I need to fill out more, too.”

Ashleigh squinted as she struggled to understand. “Won’t that ruin things? You said you’d have to be skinny…”

“Only in the right places. If I’m going to lure in the prospects, I need to have bigger boobs-huge in fact. There are only two kinds of men in the world. Those who say they like big boobs, and liars. Plus a little more in the caboose, now that Kim K has become fashionable.”  She grabbed her breasts and slapped her butt. “Like I said before; I need to be irresistible. If I put on a little weight in the right spots, we’ll have a better chance of success.”

Ashleigh shook her head. “Look at your belly. If you get any bigger, it will too-it’s too big now, in fact.”

 “Trust me, it will be fine. I have a way around that, once I gain 10 more. You just worry about keeping up. I’m bigger than you and you’re supposed to be the fat one, if you recall.”

Now Ashleigh smiled. “It won’t be so bad, if you do it too. Just for a while, to help me get started.” She laughed softly to herself, content in her victory of getting the lion’s share of the money. Still, she would have settled for 50%, if Brittney had forced the issue.

Brittney for her part was also happy, as her bluff had worked. She’d played up the more difficult portions of the “interview” process. Now, Ashleigh had agreed to the worst part of the somewhat risky venture. If Ashleigh had balked, then she’d never have done it herself. Face it, if this scheme went south, she’d head for Canada or Mexico. She could start over, but at least she’d still be young and sexy, especially once she’d finished her own makeover.

Truth be told, even gaining 10 more pounds to re-sculpt her own figure was a risk. The idea of actually being fat disgusted her. If Brittney had insisted on 90%, she’d still have agreed-no need to tell her where the real money was coming from. Not yet anyway. That bitch was going to pay for her night with Todd in spades.

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Chapter 7

So it went on. A week has passed. Ashleigh started to complain. “I hope you’re happy. I’ve gained 4 pounds this week.”

Brittney looked her chart over. “114 pounds-38-23-36. I’m not happy, now that you mention it. This is no good.”

Ashleigh scowled. Hands on hips she retorted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean you’re gaining, but we have a schedule to meet. Focus on the scale and the calendar at the same time. We need to get about 10 pounds a week on you, to make sure we’re ready on time. You’re doing less than half that, right now. Sorry to be so harsh, but that’s the reality we face.”

“We? There’s no “we” in this part.” Ashleigh welled up. “It’s not easy. Like you could do better.”

“That’s where you are wrong-again. I can and did.” Brittney smiled. “Here’s my chart, when I was doing it, for comparison.

Ashleigh read. “Week 1: 121 pounds 39-24-37. You gained 11 pounds in a week?”

Keep going. “Week 2: 137 pounds-16 pounds more-is this a trick?”

“You know it’s not.” Brittney lifted her top, to show the damage. She patted the prominent paunch and Ashleigh gawked at the size of her boobs, now braless, since she had outgrown her underwear already. “Here’s the proof. It’s all about attitude, kiddo. If I can do it, you can. You just need to eat richer food and more of it.”

Ashleigh gasped. “You’ve gone up at least a cup size.”

Brittney shook her head. “Two actually.”

Ashleigh shook her head. “But you’re getting fat…too.”

“I’m done now, though. My tits are big enough, you’re nowhere near target. Get your coat. Feeding time.”

Ashleigh sighed. “We just came back from Pizza Hut, an hour ago.”

“That was lunch. Call this a mid-afternoon snack. You pick, this time. Somewhere different, though. You don’t want to get sick of the same stuff all the time. Plus, we don’t want anyone to see us together too often and figure out what’s going on. LA is a big town; but it only takes one fly in the ointment and we’re sunk.”

Brittney had resolved to “help” her sister motivate herself, to ramp up her progress rate. In that regard, she was merciless. Ashleigh wolfed down an entire family dinner at KFC, followed by a deep fried apple pie. She leaned back and sighed. “That should do the trick. I’m positively stuffed.”

Her sister excused herself and came back with another complete bucket. “You need to be positively overstuffed, 24/7. Get that down you.”

Ashleigh grimaced. “I can’t do that. I’ll be sick.”

Brittney held up a chicken breast. “Au contraire, my dear. I know you can, because I’ve done it and we’re identical, remember? You don’t gain 16 pounds in a week, by being dainty. Wolf it down fast as you can, and don’t think about it. Here, I’ll feed it to you.” Ten minutes later, she’d devoured all but one piece. Brittney took it and smiled. “I’ll finish it. Good job! We need to do this all day, every day, or you’ll not make your deadline.”

Another week has passed. Ashleigh had gotten into the spirit a little. She’d stretched her stomach a bit, consequently she could eat more. It showed. Over the week, she’d added another 7 pounds, bringing her to 121 pounds, 39C-24-37 as her sister had been at the same weight. Brittney clucked, however. “This is better than last week, but you’re still losing ground. Eat more fatty foods, not pasta and bread. I’ll show you and get you a list. Get your coat, we’re hitting the buffet again.”  Brittney only had a small salad and a diet Coke herself. She spent the whole time coaxing her sister, picking out the best items to eat and in some cases feeding them to her by hand.

That night, as Brittney wandered out in her undies; Ashleigh gasped at the sight of her now-flabby sibling. At 147 pounds, she’d quickly filled out by the additional 10 she’d set for herself. There was no need for a scale to verify it, the evidence was there for all to see. Her panties were stretched for dear life, on her now plumper butt. Its now 41-inch girth jiggled softly, as she walked. Her breasts were much larger, as well.  The 43DD orbs fit poorly, in a bikini top made for a 34B figure. They spilled out of the cups on all sides; but Brittney seemed neither to notice, nor care. Her face was swollen, with puffy cheeks and the beginning of a double chin. Even her arms had grown.

However, Ashleigh’s biggest concern was also the biggest change. Her formerly hot sister had gotten her earlier wish. She was fat. Anyone who doubted that, would only need to look at the prominent belly she’d grown, over the past weeks. At 29 inches, her waistline was 7 inches bigger than before, the soft pot was beginning to fold over the waistband of her underwear. “You really have gotten bigger. I still don’t get why you are doing it and how it helps?”

Brittney offered. “I told you before, I have to be completely irresistible. We can’t change hair colour or facial features, or the plan will go sideways. So, I’m gonna need an absolute killer bod. Boobs are mostly fat, when it comes right down to it. Men like big ones and the fatter I am, the bigger they’ll get; just like yours will. When you’re finished you’ll have huge ones.” Next she stroked her own ballooning backside. “Most men like a tushy that’s a little cushy, as well. I only have one interview to reel them in, and this is the best way to ensure it’s going to work.”

Asheigh laughed as she pinched the muffin top and plump paunch that came as collateral damage. “Not sure this is what they’re looking for, sis. Otherwise, once I’m finished, I’d be their dream come true instead.”

Brittney reddened. “Are you saying I’m fat?”

Ashleigh paused for a moment and nodded. “I think pretty well anyone would say you were, honey. You’re bigger than me and I’m supposed to be the one doing this.”

Her sister snorted. “Don’t remind me. And before you get too high and mighty, you’ll look exactly like this shortly, too.”

Ashleigh gasped at that realization. “Oh my God! You’re right….”

Brittney nodded. “And by the way, I won’t tease you, once it happens. I know it’s for the right reasons. On that note, I’ll be away for a week. Can I trust you-to carry on with this properly on your own?”

“Uh I guess. Where you off too?”

“You’ll see. She pulled out a chart. Just so we understand each other. Here’s where we are...and here’s where you should be. You need to catch up, kiddo. If you’re not at fighting weight by the time I’ve secured your first work day, we’re both sunk.”

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Chapter 8

The week passed, as Brittney walks in, and sees her sister eating a pizza. There were two empty boxes on the coffee table. Brittney smiled. “Good for you. Eat up sis. Let me see you.”

Ashleigh stood to reveal her new figure of 40-26-38. “My clothes are starting to get too tight.”

Brittney smiled. “We’ll figure out something, but not too much money-they won’t fit for long. How much did you gain?”

Ashleigh shrugged. “Let’s check”. She sauntered into the bathroom, still eating the last slice. Brittney was pleased. Her attitude had improved. “Let’s see if my coaching had any effect.” The scale stopped at 129. Brittney checked her notes. “Good-8 pounds this week. Keep it up girl. Maybe we should order another pizza?”

Ashleigh nodded as she looked over and then her jaw dropped. “Wait a minute. Something’s not right here.” She eyed Brittney up and down and even in the baggy sweats she had on, she could tell something was different. She reached over and grabbed her sister’s side to pinch an inch. There was nothing there, and Brittney winced in pain.

Ashleigh folded her arms and contemptuously ordered. “What did you do?”

Brittney smiled. “Got a little work done, is all. I’ll show you, if it makes you happy.” The sweat top and pants dropped to the floor.

Ashleigh was anything but happy. Her sister’s abdomen had a few bandages here and there, but the dressings failed to hide the truth.  Brittney’s once-flabby midsection was gone. Now, her torso was hard as rock, not an ounce of fat and a six-pack to boot. The saddlebag layers of fat on her outer thighs had disappeared, too. But her buttocks were plumper, rounder, more bubble-like. But that was nothing compared to the boobs. Even at 110 pounds, her original 34-inchers looked big on her small frame. These were unbelievable!

Ashleigh snorted. “I’m stuck getting fatter every day and you got implants? We need to have a meeting girl…”

Brittney chuckled. “No implants. I had liposuction. The extra weight I put on with you, pumped up the parts I wanted. The lipo removed the stuff I didn’t. I’m down to 125 pounds now, but the 15 pounds I kept are in the right spots.

Asheigh shook her head. “Nope, you got implants. For sure those things are bigger than when you left, yet you say you’re lighter.”

“Ah that. Some of the fat they sucked off my thighs and abdomen, went back here.” She rubbed her buttocks. “The saddlebags are gone and they re-arranged my bum somewhat. Technically, my hip measurement’s an inch smaller around, but now I’m not as wide. It sticks out a lot farther back instead. Nice shelf huh?” She patted the 12-inch projection gingerly, yet still winced in discomfort. Lot of the belly fat went up here. I’m 46-18-40 now. Little sore, and I need some time for the puncture wounds to heal. The doc warned me and I’m being frank with you too, so you don’t react like you are now. The enhanced areas may get…bigger, once all the fat has stabilized.”

“Bigger” Ashleigh muttered, as she stuck out her tongue. “You look like a stripper already….”

“Kind of the point isn’t it?” She jiggled her butt and shook her boobs. “E cups. Takes a little getting used to, frankly. But any of the suckers who check out the goods, north or south, will realize it’s all me. And I actually will be pretending to be you, after all. Implants would ruin our credibility. I’ll be glad to get rid in any case, once this is over. They weigh a ton and bras are expensive. I could only afford two. How do I look?”

Ashleigh gave her the once over. “Your face….?”

Pinching her own puffy cheek, Brittney nodded. “It’s still the same. They can’t really lipo your face. It would leave scars in any case. The doc said my face may even out a bit once my body gets used to the new fat distribution. In any case a fuller face, actually is a benefit. The more I look like you, the better.” She spun around and asked “Do you think it will work?”

 The effect was mesmerizing for a second, then Ashleigh scowled. “You look like a cartoon, frankly. But I have to admit, you will probably have no trouble with your role now.”

Brittney nodded. “Don’t be mad. We can do this for you too, if you want. We’ll have all the money we need, soon.”

Ashleigh then asked. “Speaking of which-this must have cost a fortune. How’d you pay for it?”

“Went to Tijuana-cheaper there, but still costs.” Brittney sighed. “I…uh…sold the Lexus. It was the only way.”

Ashleigh screamed. “Mom and Dad left that to both of us! That car was half mine and nearly new-you sold it just to get bigger tits?”

Brittney nodded. “I’m sorry-I knew you’d be mad. I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I got us a beater to carry us over for now. We okay?”

Ashleigh nodded. “Let’s get this over with soon huh? I still think this is a crazy idea. It better work-for both our sakes.”

Brittney agreed. “Couple more weeks for me to heal. I need to go to the gym starting next week, to tone up, too.” She patted her sister’s bigger belly. “Good job, by the way. You’ll be bigger than me in no time, now. Speaking of that…what do you want for supper? I’ll order takeout-we can’t be seen together, anymore. Actually best, if you stay out of sight completely. Soon your clothes won’t fit, and you’ve lots of studying to do anyway.

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Chapter 9

6 weeks have elapsed. Brittney came home, beaming after a 1 week road trip. Opening the door, she blurted out “6 offers this week. 2 in one day, as a matter of fact.” She sighed. “That was tiring.”

Ashleigh sat like the cat that swallowed the canary. Finally, Brittney pried it out of her. “What?”

Ashleigh showed her the chart. “I’ve done it-reached my goal. Come in the bathroom, I’ll show you.” She stood on the scale. “This proves it.” It stopped at 222 pounds. “I think my boobs are finally bigger than yours, too.”

Brittney could see that for herself; but allowed her sister a moment of glory. “Let’s measure you up, and check. Take off your robe, please. It was easier, because she had no underwear on. The robe was the only thing that she could fit into, now. Brittney refused her requests for new clothing; using the excuse that they would only fit for a short time, therefore a waste of money. That was true, but she also wanted to ensure their success, by keeping her a virtual prisoner in the apartment. No one would see her rapid growth; and she would have nothing better to do, but eat the take out food she, or her sister ordered constantly.

Brittney expertly taped her up. 53-44-50, and she looked all of it. Her face had puffed up, in lock step with her weight; but you could still see the resemblance to the more pneumatic twin. Her neck and double chins; were starting to blur the transition from head to shoulders. Her vastly engorged breasts were now bigger than her head-they probably weighed 15 pounds each, on their own. Already, they sagged half way down her abdomen, with prominent stretch marks as evidence. Lack of a bra did not help, of course. Nothing to be done about that. A bra her size, would be worth a lot of money, and it would be only temporary. The fattened sibling’s hips and buttocks had swollen magnificently, as well. The rear of her thighs and especially her bum, were layered in 3 new inches of fat and were stippled with the marks of cellulite. Luckily, it was out of sight, so far. Ashleigh was so hopelessly out of shape by now, she’d struggle to twist around to see it, in any case. A sudden rumble directed Brittney to the pièce de resistance. Ashleigh’s belly had swollen to 44 inches, and it stuck out more than a foot, from her earlier days. Already creased heavily, there was evidence of a second fold beginning. Men might like a nice big butt or pair of tits; but this belly would ensure her exit interview took place on the next encounter, with her new “employers”. Content for now, Brittney hugged her and smiled. “Good work-I’m proud of you. I knew you could do it, if you put your mind to it.”

Ashleigh rubbed her belly as it rumbled anew, offering. “Couldn’t have done it without you. You were right though-I’m getting used to being fat now. Not as bad as I feared. Still, I’ll be glad when it’s over. Tell you what-I’m in a good mood. Dinner’s on me tonight-someplace nice. If I can find something to wear, that is.”

Then she looked at her sister. More to the point she looked at her sister’s chest area. Her breasts were stretching the fabric of her blouse to the breaking point. “Maybe it’s just my imagination. Not that you need it, but are those things getting bigger?”

The sibling sighed. “Is it that obvious? I’ve gained 2 inches and a cup size. F cup now. I hope that’s it-my bras are getting expensive.”

“Cry me a river. Looked at me lately?”

Brittney nodded. “Just let me enter these numbers in the spread sheet and we’re off.” She booted up her laptop and entered the latest stats. She squinted and asked Ashleigh for help. “This doesn’t make sense. I’ve entered your new weight, Now that you’ve gained 100 pounds, your BMI should be well over 60. It’s only 41.”

Ashleigh struggled to her feet, waddled over and pulled up a chair. “Let me see.” She reviewed the sheet and double checked the numbers. They were correct, but it still didn’t add up. Suddenly, Ashleigh pointed out the icon on the bottom of the screen. “This is in kilograms, not pounds, silly. There’s your answer. Now, can we go?”

Brittney turned to her sister. “Oh. I’m so sorry.”

Ashleigh nodded. “It’s okay. It’s not the end of the world.”

“It might be.” Brittney cleared her throat and explained. “You don’t get it. I based my weight gain calculation on this sheet. I figured you needed to gain 100 pounds. It’s actually…”

“100 kilograms?” Now Ashleigh shrieked. “What’s that-220 pounds more? That’s as much as I weigh in total, which is already way more than I’m comfortable with. Even if I was willing to do it, which I’m not by the way; I couldn’t do it in time. I hate you for this-it was all for nothing.” Ashleigh began to sob uncontrollably, as she gazed down at the evidence of her erstwhile gluttony.

Brittney waited for her to calm down, then hugged her, letting her cry herself out. Despite herself, she could not resist the opportunity to feel how soft Ashleigh had become, of late. This little “setback” had actually been foreseen by her more scheming sibling. In fact, her plan was working exactly on schedule. The next few minutes would settle the matter, one way or another. “How many times can I’m sorry? Maybe…it wasn’t for nothing, though. Here, let me make the adjustment-I’m pretty sure it’s not out by 220 pounds.” A few clicks rendered the spread sheet in pounds instead of kilograms. “Here we go-98 pounds more, is the new target. We’d better stay in. I’ll order you whatever you want, the richer, the better. If you ate a whole cheesecake every meal…”

“STOP IT! JUST SHUT UP! Are you seriously just assuming I’m going to shrug this off and keep going, like nothing happened?” Brittney started to say something, but Ashleigh cut her off. “You just changed a couple numbers in a spread sheet. I’m the one who will have to do it.”

Carefully, Brittney probed. “I noticed you said “will have to”. Are…you….still willing, under the circumstances?”

Pinching her bloated belly, the stuffed sister sighed. “Like I have a choice. I’m already huge-this will just be just incrementally more. Is it even possible in the time we have left?”

“This is easier than I’d hoped. Sis was making the arguments she was going to use already.” Brittney shrugged. “Anything is possible. The outcome is pretty well in your hands, I should think.”

Ashleigh fought back her tears and advised “I’ll carry on, under certain conditions.”

“Name them.” Brittney thought

“First, you need to stay around more and keep me company. It’s getting harder for me to do stuff and I have no clothes. I need you to do my errands. That leads to my second condition. No one, and I mean no one we know, sees me like this. Third, you need to really help me get this off, once it’s done. I’m starting to get hooked on this eating and I’m worried about my health. I get out of breath just taking a shower now. Who knows what it’ll be like… later.  Next, you need to swear to me you didn’t make this “mistake” on purpose.”

Brittney blushed and stammered. “Sis. Please, you know I’d never…”

“SWEAR! DO IT NOW OR THE DEAL’S OFF!” Ashleigh was clearly upset. Brittney had never seen this side of her.

In consequence, she held up her hand and offered. “I swear before Almighty God, I didn’t do this on purpose. I’d never intentionally harm you; you’re the only family I have left. Where would I be without you?”

Ashleigh eyed her suspiciously, but finally relented. Brittney had never lied to her. “Do we even have enough time?”

Sensing her sister was wavering, Brittney nodded. “Based on my interviews and offers, I can buy ummmm…another 6 weeks, maybe.”

Ashleigh sighed. “Fine. Do your worst. Fatten me up, to whatever size we need. For sure I want 75%, now.”

Brittney balked. “Uh. Little greedy there, kiddo. That wasn’t the deal you agreed to.”

“Duly noted.” Ashleigh nodded. “In fairness, I’ve already lived up to the original deal…kiddo. Not to mention, you spent my share of a $50,000 car, to get plastic surgery, without even asking me. You’ll need to make up for both those mistakes, intentional or not.”

Brittney sighed in surrender. “Under the circumstances, I can’t really argue, can I?” There was no need. Despite her oath, Brittney had done this on purpose. There was no way her sister would have agreed to gain 200 pounds, while she sculpted herself into a living Jessica Rabbit. Once she’d gained the first hundred, it was too late to back out. She could have asked for 100%, and Brittney would have not traded roles. Her sister would find out why, the hard way. Yes sis, I still am the smart one.

Brittney dreaded the rest of the evening. Her sister had sat in stony silence, as she munched away on two pizzas and a half gallon of Butterscotch Ripple. Suddenly she looked skyward and muttered a silent oath.

“What was that all about?”

“I was going to chew you out for screwing up. But truth be told-I’m starving and I don’t have the strength to eat and fight at the same time. I will expect your 100% cooperation to get this off again. For now-I’m going to enjoy making a pig of myself. Go get me another bucket of ice cream. Cherry this time.”

Brittney wanted to high five her right then; but knew it would not be helpful. Instead, she got the car keys. As she moved through the doorway, Ashleigh shouted “And some KFC.” The sirenous sibling smiled and returned later with a family bucket and two containers of ice cream.

In the half hour she’d been gone Ashleigh had emptied a jar of peanut butter. “About time. I hate to say this, but I’m still starving. Is that bad?”

Brittney shrugged. “Not for me to decide but if it helps, why fight it?”

Ashleigh wiped her lips and held her hands out greedily. “I have no intention of doing that. Gimmee.”

The weeks roiled by. Brittney by now, was well into the interview process, and had gotten quite a few offers. Meanwhile, her sister got bigger and bigger. By week 10 she was at 251. That psychological barrier broken, she taped in at 56-50-53.

She had become and eating machine by now. Her sister was kept busy on her off days running errands.

 

[maltesefalcon]

Chapter 10

We return to the present day:

Sunday am. It was time for the final weigh in. Ashleigh waddled into the bathroom. Even the dressing gown could not contain her girth now. They had improvised by making a caftan out of two bedroom sheets. Ashleigh stepped on the scales and the number stopped at 312. She had gained 7 pounds in 2 days and actually overshot the mark. Brittney kissed her on the cheek. “Good work sis. I am so proud of you.”

“Whatever. I’m starving. Make me some breakfast.” She rubbed her belly, which was rumbling in anticipation.

“Okay I guess you earned it.”

2 pizzas and a cheesecake later, Brittney offered “Let’s go out on the town. I want to help you get a few outfits to wear.”

They went to an exclusive boutique that women of larger sizes would frequent. First question was “What size would madam be looking for?”

Both girls shrugged. “No idea” Ashleigh confessed. “I’ve been wearing mostly my dressing gown lately. Put on a little weight since my size 2 days.”

The sales woman was no beanpole herself, so measuring Ashleigh up came as second nature. “It would seem you would be in the size 28 range now.” Ashleigh wanted to scream, but a glare from Brittney cut her off. The clerk didn’t bat an eye and suggested. “Perhaps some new foundation garments first. Go in the back please, and find a changing room.”

The two girls did as ordered, but only Ashleigh went into the cubicle. “Sorry, I don’t want you to see me like this.”

 Brittney nodded. That’s okay. I’ll wait out here and hand in the stuff.” She never would have fit in the tiny room, anyway.

The clerk came back with a few pairs of panties and an assortment of bras.”Please try on a few and come out when you think one fits best.” Ten minutes later the door opened. The clerk checked the tags and finally clucked. You just dodged a bullet, dear. 62KK bra is pretty well the biggest we carry. Anyway, now we know. So what are we looking for?

Ashleigh offered “Some work clothes. Nice stuff-but reasonable price.”

The saleswoman sighed silently but her expression never changed. Brittney caught that and expanded. “She’s starting a new office job Monday. Conservative skirt suit-wool. Blue if you have it. Silk blouse-nicest you have. Let’s start with those.”

The woman nodded and came back in 5 minutes. “This is our best selection. I’m sorry I only have a 26-we can try it for fit?” The blouse was the same size. Ashleigh took a long time to get ready and finally emerged, grimacing. Brittney resisted the impulse to giggle. Even the clerk was somewhat taken aback at the spectacle before her. Ashleigh could barely walk, the skirt was so tight. The jacket didn’t button over her boobs or belly and the silk blouse fit her like a second skin. The clerk sighed. “Too bad-that was a discontinued product-50% off, if had fit. We will need to order special…”

Brittney cut her off. “Can’t afford it right now-this will have to do. We’ll take it and the underwear. We’ll need a few more pairs too. Oh and some jeans, t-shirts pyjamas. She’ll just wear this home to get used to it.”

“Very good madam.” She went off to fill the order and ring up while the customers talked.

Ashleigh spat out. “Are you crazy? I can’t be seen like this. I’m already huge-this outfit makes me look even bigger.”

Brittney nodded. “Hello? This is a play act, not in a fashion show. We want to make sure they realize how big you really are. The fact it doesn’t fit is even better, means you’re still growing.” She patted her sister’s belly. “With that last few pounds on, you’ll stick out in all directions. They’ll get the message, all right. Now be careful with this stuff. It’s expensive-you need practice walking and sitting down before Monday. You don’t want to split the seams. Now, for some shoes.”

Ashliegh sighed. “Don’t waste our money. I have some nice pumps at home that’ll match this outfit.”

“Match yes-fit no. You’ve nearly tripled your body weight. Pumps will collapse, if you don’t fall out of them on your own. You’ll need flats and your feet will be 2 or 3 sizes wider.”

They tried a few on and Ashleigh finally settled on a pair she could walk in comfortably. She sighed. “I thought this would help. But I feel fatter and uglier than before. I don’t think I can do this….”

Brittney blanched and took the saleswoman aside. She handed her a VISA card. “We’ll take it all. And a couple new bras for me.”

“What size madam?”

“Uh… this is a 44EE but it’s too small. 46 F, I guess.”

“Yes. Might I suggest an underwire version? You need the extra support.”

Nodding, Brittney realized her boobs were still growing and they were already sagging under their own weight, but she would fix that soon. “We need a little privacy please.”

“Very good. Come to the cash when you are ready.”

Time for tune up. She handed Ashleigh a tissue to dry her tears. “You need to put on your game face, for this to work. By definition, you need to be psychologically prepared for rejection. That’s the whole point, right? But you need to convince them you think you’re beautiful and nothing has changed. We can fix your hair, makeup. And face it. You’re my twin so you are beautiful.”

Ashleigh sniffed. “Easy for you to say. You could get any man you want, looking like that.”

“Well, pretend you are me. Deep down, it’s true. In any case, I got help to look like this.  As I said before, once we’re done, we can do this for you too.”

Ashleigh nodded. “You’re right of course.”

“Good. Now let’s get out of here. I’ll take you to the buffet for supper. Just don’t spill on that outfit. You need to wear it to “work” tomorrow.”

Ashleigh snickered. “I may have to wear it to bed. If I get any bigger I’ll never get it back on.”

“Oh. Thinking of dieting now?”

“Mmmm. Let’s start tomorrow. Tonight we celebrate!!”

[maltesefalcon]

Chapter 11

Monday. Showtime. Ashleigh’s first day at “work” would dictate if she had the nerve to go through with it, and if they could actually pull the scam off. On the elevator ride to the 6^th floor she reviewed in her head, the coached information Brittney had provided. She waddled over to the reception desk and puffed out “Hi, I’m Ashleigh Vernon. It’s my first day.”

The receptionist looked her over scornfully. “Really? I was expecting Mr. Powers’ new junior, but you ain’t her honey. Trust me, I’d remember you.”

“Well, one could say you weren’t very observant, then?” Ashleigh took out her contract. “This says different…honey. Maybe you could give him a call? I’ll wait over here. I can’t stand that long, anymore.”

As she shuffled to the waiting area, she overheard the receptionist whispering. “Mr. Powers? It’s Jane in reception. Your new…hire is here.” A few babbled platitudes at the other end.

“Uh-sir you don’t understand. I think we have a bit of a situation, here. Can you come out?”

About 5 minutes later a balding, chubby man of about 45 stormed down the corridor, “Honestly Jane, I don’t know why we pay you. Can’t you handle anything…”

Then he caught sight of Ashleigh and blushed. “Sorry, Miss I’m having a bad day.” He looked around and said “Where is she?”

Before Jane could speak Ashleigh scolded him. “I know we only met once, but I was sure the experience was memorable. I’ve certainly not forgotten you Tony. I mean…Mister Powers sir.”

He squinted and asked. “Sorry, have we met?”

“Yes-it’s me. Ashleigh. You hired me.” A blank stare. “Oh, silly me. I should have remembered. My interview was a few months ago.” She smoothed her hand over the bulge of her belly. “Put on a few pounds since then, I’m afraid. You can’t say I didn’t warn you, I was a compulsive eater. Anyway here I am, ready to start.”

Mr. Powers shook his head and recovered his senses enough to ask Jane. “Hold my calls. Get personnel down here-stat. Tell them to have legal on standby.”

He asked Ashleigh to follow him. She took her sweet time, plodding along-milking the situation for all it was worth. Once she’d eased her bulk into a chair, Tony closed the door. “Maybe we can handle this-just you and me. Look, I’m going to be blunt. This isn’t going to work out. Sorry to say-you’re just too fat to work here-or anywhere, I would guess. Good Lord, you could barely walk down the hall.” He waited for her reaction.

She pulled out the papers he’d signed for her sister, some months before. “I don’t understand. Is this not your signature on this signed offer? Back then had all the requirements needed for the position you hired me for. Other than my weight, nothing has changed. You can’t fire me just for being fat. I’ve spent money coming here and I just bought a house. I’ll sue…”

He smirked. “I don’t care. We’ll tie this up with legal for months. Honestly, how could you let yourself get this fat? You were so breathtakingly hot before. I was expecting…”

She smiled. “Ah, now we get to the real issue. You were expecting your ripe little conquest.” She giggled a bit and hoisted her breasts. “All the requirements you needed that night are still here too-just more so. I seem to remember you being a boob man-you certainly have to admit my extra weight has paid off in that department, at least. But that night was a one off-there never was any talk about a return engagement. You can’t fire me for that either-that’s sexual harassment.  I already did my bit to get this job and you are either going to pay me to work here or…”

“Pay you to leave?” He snorted. “Go ahead-sue the company. I have enough put away to last me, even if they fire me; which they won’t by the way. If you are thinking of blackmail, it’s my word against yours. None of this will even stand up in court, if it ever gets there.”

She now retorted. “Oh. I don’t intend to take this up in court. Even in civil cases, the burden of proof is pretty high, and lawyers are pretty expensive. Like you said, you’re pretty well set and the worst the company can do is fire you. They can’t touch your savings or your property. Buuut…your wife may have other opinions-and options. I’m sure her burden of proof is somewhat lower-especially since you’ve been caught at this before.” Brittney’s research on this one had been spot on. “Thank you for your time. I will be in touch. Perhaps your charming receptionist would be kind enough call me a cab?”

She struggled to her feet, but he put his hand on her shoulder. “Wait. Please.”

As he tried to think of his next move, there was a knock at the door. “Mr. Powers? It’s Henry from personnel. You wanted to see me?”

“Tony dear.” Ashleigh glared at him. “Ask him to give us ten minutes. That’s if you want to save your marriage, and half of what you own, or will own for the rest of your life.”

He blanched at that. He opened the door a crack and whispered out. “Henry, we have a situation here. Maybe you could get Miss Vernon a coffee, while we chat for 10 minutes.”

Now alone, he sat on the table. “What do you have and what do you want?”

“Well what I have is a copy of my hotel bill. You were stupid enough to pay for our room that night, remember? That was mistake number one. Room service and champagne for two as well, on the same card. Mistake number two. Then…you got drunk. Mistake number three.  I did put a little sedative in yours, to help you sleep more soundly. That’s when I took these. She showed him numerous pictures of his naked body and scans of the contents of his wallet. No way I’d have all this, if we hadn’t been…intimate. I know where all your scars are and even that little nipple ring. Oh and there’s this.” She showed him live video from the elevator and the hallway, with no mistake at what was happening.

Brittney had set it up perfectly-every mark to the same hotel. Every mark had fallen for the out of town story and paid her room fare for the night. Nearly all had drank too much. A few bucks to the security guard and the occasional roll in the hay with him, and Brittney had the footage she needed to cement the deal. “I believe that is your hand on my breast? Like I said, I can’t win a court battle with this stuff, but your wife Mary might be interested in seeing it. You still at the same address? Here, take these-they are copies. I can get more.”

“You-you know where I live?”

“I know where you live, where you and your wife went to school, where you went on your last vacation, your life story.”

“What? How?”

“Facebook. Lots of personal information to mine. People should realize how dangerous it is.”

He shook his head.”I’m on Facebook for work; but none of that stuff is on my page. And it’s set to private.”

“A lot of it’s on your son’s too. College boys are less careful, I find. I don’t know if you remember what I looked like before. Blonde-big tits? Like father/like son. He friended me in a heartbeat. That got me into your circle of friends and family, so I could snoop around. Here’s some pictures of stuff he’s been up to, that you may not be too proud of.  Oh, I know about the other 2 settlements too. Once I Googled your company name and yours together, we found some juicy cases. You may not have bragged too much about it, but a certain Anne MacKay and Leona Furst have very interesting Facebook pages too.” As he blanched even whiter, she pulled out a picture with him and an unknown woman in ski attire. “Aspen, I think. I don’t believe that’s Mary in that photo right? Did the company get its money’s worth out of this “Business Trip”?”

He sighed and hung his head. “You win. What do you want?”

“Mmmm…six months pay, with a year’s health benefits, as severance. I think that’s fair.”

He nodded. “I’ll make it work. One condition-total non-disclosure agreement. You breathe a word and its over.”

She nodded. “Works for me. What about us? Once more, just for old time’s sake? Or am I too fat now?”

“Too fat and too scary. Wait here. I’ll get the necessary papers authorized. You sign them and get out of here, before I change my mind. By the looks of you you’ll spend it all on food in a week. I suspect you did this to yourself on purpose, so I hope you gain 1000 pounds. Oh and by the way, even if you get back to your old weight, I never want to see you again.”

She smiled. “Trust me honey I feel likewise. For the record, I’m the best you’ve ever had or ever will. You on the other hand were the worst lay I ever had.  Your wife must love you. Oh-don’t forget to cancel the hotel room you booked for tonight-unless you’ve got a plan B, you’ll be staying home tonight.”

He blushed and looked down, indicating she’d been right again. Once the papers were ready, she signed them and waddled out, with half the office staff staring after her. Start to finish was just under an hour, for six month’s pay plus benefits. And that was that.

[maltesefalcon]

Chapter 12

The first one was the hardest, but Brittney had done her homework well, and Ashleigh had played her role to a tee. On the way home in the taxi, she pondered the cheque and the list of dozens of others who would follow suit. She hated to admit it, but her sister had come up with a brilliantly executed plan. This was going to be fun. Being temporarily fat wasn’t so bad after all, if you’re rich enough. Once she got home and explained everything to her sister, Brittney pulled out a list and handed it to her. “Carter is next. I’ve done my bit now. Rest is up to you. But I’m proud of the great start so far.”

The list contained 35 names, one of which was the unfortunate Mr. Powers. She stroked it off and smirked. “One down-34 to go.” Then she noticed that some of the names were… “Sis five of these names-are they women?”

“Yep. Remarkably observant of you.”

“What’s our angle with them?”

“Same as the men-nothing changes.  They’re all married with kids and still in the closet. They should be more malleable, actually. Just be subtle-I think they’ll accept the extra weight, but they’ll be crushed when they discover you’re only there to blackmail them.”

Then Ashleigh caught on. “Oh my God-you slept with them too?”

“Every last one!” Brittney blushed, but nodded. “I told you my part involved selling my soul a bit. Actually, once I got used to it, it wasn’t so bad. Compared to the men, they were gentle, well groomed and thoughtful. First four of them actually thought they were pulling a bi-curious lover over to their side. I think the last one, I may have done the opposite. Anyway, even better-if the weight angle doesn’t work for us, we can work on the gay thing.”

Brittney did not want to admit it, but one of the women, Millie Schaeffer had actually been quite passionate. If she’d been inclined to switch teams-she’d have been the one to do it with. Good thing she went first-the techniques she learned from her, made the rest easier. “Anyway, we’ll polish this off quick as we can, and book out of town.”

Ashleigh asked. “We’re actually blackmailing these people, for their infidelity or sexual orientation. They’d have paid up, based on that alone. I didn’t need to get fat after all-we could have hit twice as many...”

Brittney cut her off. “Not really. The blackmail is the reason they are paying, for sure. But your weight is the reason they can give to the company, for the payment. They can hardly go to human resources to pay off an unwanted ex-lover now, can they? Besides, they won’t be tempted to contact you further-the attraction is over.”

Ashleigh nodded. “These people have real money. We could ask them to pay more. You know, out of their own pocket.”

“Oooh. Dangerous ground there. That’s real blackmail and prison is no fun. All we need is one person to squawk, and it’s over. Our scheme is more difficult to prosecute. Just bad hiring and PR practices. With a good lawyer, at worst the cops could make us pay it back. I doubt if the companies would press charges, anyway. The embarrassment over being scammed and the bad press over the weight discrimination, is not something they would like the public to discover.”

Ashley’s stomach rumbled loudly, directing her attention to more practical concerns.  She stroked it, asking “Did you make any dinner?”

Brittney shook her head. “Nope. I had faith in you. Dinner out tonight, to celebrate?”

Ashleigh had originally planned to taper off now but she was absolutely starved. Diet could start tomorrow. “Okay, but it’s coming out of your share.”

“That’ll be fine.” She laughed to herself as she muttered. “Eat up sis. Won’t be long now.”

[maltesefalcon]

Chapter 13

Six weeks more have passed. Ashleigh came home from the bank. She handed her sister a cheque. Brittney looked at it and squinted. “What’s this?”

“Your share, for the last week’s takings.”

Ashleigh leaned back and glared. “Unless my math skills are suffering, this is a little light. Even at 25%, my share is more than that.”

“Ah yes. Well I’m altering the terms of our agreement. You get 10% now.”

Brittney roared. “No way! That’s not fair. I did half the work.”

Ashleigh laughed. “Did being the operative word. You’ve done your bit-so I don’t really need you at all now, do I? It’s all up to me. You keep telling me you’re the smart one; I’m surprised you didn’t think of that. I should have done this earlier.”

Brittney sulked “This whole thing was my idea, I’m not settling for 10%. Why are you being like this?”

Ashleigh scowled. “Not like you can call a cop or a lawyer, is it? But more to the point-look at me! I need the extra money to get this weight off. There’s one sucker left and then I need serious help. I’m getting bigger every day. It was true. Brittney had taken her to the buffet every night, and now she was another 95 pounds heavier, at 405 pounds and 71-81-67. “I just can’t stop eating.” That was obvious. Even now, she had a bag of éclairs in her other hand. Make that half a bag-she’d eaten six in the cab on the way home.

Brittney finally admitted defeat. “You win. We got lots of money from this. I won’t be greedy.”

Ashleigh smiled. “I’m glad you’re being so sporting with this. Tell you what, I’ll buy dinner tonight. It’s the least I can do. One last pigout and one last victim tomorrow and I can retire forever.”

Brittney said “Sure. Let’s push the boat out for the last hurrah. You can diet tomorrow.” She vowed to eat light. Now that she was home full-time with nothing to do, she’d started to fill out herself. The former siren was up to 145 pounds now. But she looked nothing like her sister had at that size. Her breasts had absorbed most of the extra pounds and now she taped up at 50-21-48. Concerned that they were too big already, Brittney feared they were still growing. Her back hurt carrying the massive globes around, and she looked ridiculous. She’d get that corrected, once she got the money for the end game. For now…

Morning arrived-the last mark would fall today. Ashleigh came out wearing a sweater and suede skirt. It was a lovely expensive outfit, but now that they were “earning”, Brittney had not argued about the $500 expense. The idea was to help her feel beautiful again. It didn’t work. The outfit was the largest she could find off the rack-size 42; but it fit her like a sausage casing. Brittney did her best to reserve her comments, but the look on her face betrayed her. “What?” Ashleigh asked.

“Sorry, but I was wondering how in hell you got that on. You better not drink anything until you get home. You’ll wet yourself, before you get that skirt out of the way.”

Ashleigh stuck out her tongue. “It fit okay when I bought it 20 pounds ago. It’s your fault, for bringing me to the buffet every night.”

Brittney shrugged. “Hey, I hate to cook and we can afford it. No one is holding you down and shovelling it down you. You reached the goal 100 pounds ago. You can stop anytime.”

Ashleigh welled up a bit. “I would if I could. I think I’m hooked on food. I know I’m getting bigger every day. Sometimes I find it hard to breathe, but I can’t stop. Promise me you’ll help.”

Brittney took it in. If her sister got any fatter, her face would be so round, there was a good chance no one would believe it was her. Her cheeks had swollen into massive jowls, puffing out 6 inches and sagging down the sides of her face. Even her lips were plumper. Not that you’d notice. They were always working at chewing down her next snack. Unless she was sleeping, or on her way to one of her 1 day “jobs”; she ate virtually non-stop.

It was a futile attempt to keep her belly full. Now 81 inches around, it stuck out 3 feet in front of her, sagging down a foot when she stood. As she walked, the soft paunch moved side to side like a horizontal pendulum. It moved in counterpoint with her now-enormous posterior, which at least helped to balance her from falling flat on her face. “Only” 67 inches around, it was still nearly 3-1/2 feet wide and stuck out 18 inches from the small of her back. When she sat now, she needed a pillow on top of her bum, so her back would have something to lean against. At least her boobs had help in that department. The 71” globes weighed 20 pounds each and would have sagged to the floor, had they not had her belly for a natural buttress. Trussed up in the overly tight outfit, she looked absurd. It was so tight she could barely move in it. But for her sister, it was perfect.

[maltesefalcon]

Chapter 14

Brittney warned. “I saved the toughest for last-Sam Williams.”

“Oh what’s so tough about him?”

“I could never get his angle. He offered me a job on the spot-but get this: I didn’t have to sleep with him. He never even made a pass.”

Ashleigh shrugged. “Maybe he’s married and respects his vows.”

“No, he’s single. Besides, who could resist this?”She posed, in her most provocative manner.

Then, Ashleigh postulated. “Maybe he’s gay?”

Brittney shook her head. “Didn’t give that vibe, either.”

Asheigh offered. “Sounds like this may be a tough nut to crack. Maybe we should just call it quits, while we are ahead? God knows I’ll be glad to get rid of this weight.” She popped the last of the éclair she was eating in her mouth and took the last 2 from the bag. Those, she nibbled at from alternate hands.

Stifling the temptation to comment on that paradox, Brittney chose her words carefully. “Appointment’s booked. Might as well go through with it. Hey, it’s only one day’s work-and besides now I’m only getting 10%, I need the money more than you. Please?”

Ashleigh sighed. “Alright, one more.”

She arrived just before the appointed time. “Ashleigh Vernon, to see Mr. Williams, please.”

The receptionist looked her over and consulted her day book. Looking up she smiled. “Ah, yes. Miss…Vernon. Nice to see you again. We’ve been eagerly expecting you.”  Ashleigh was dumfounded that the receptionist recognized her, yet did not bat an eye at her apparent transformation. She held out her hand. “I’m Pam. Mind if I call you Ashleigh? We’re on a first name basis, here. I’ll be glad to get to know you better.”

Well, that was refreshing. In a few seconds, the aforementioned Mr. Williams strode out, and looked around. There was a mild look of shock on his face, as he saw Ashleigh struggling to her feet. He walked over and helped her the rest of the way.

He smiled “Seeing as we’re already holding hands...” He shook hers vigorously. “Welcome to the team.”

Again, Ashleigh was non-plussed. “Oh. I thought you would be a little shocked about…well you know.” She indicated her now 400-pound plus body. “I warned you I’m a stress eater-guess I’ve been under a lot of stress, lately.”

He smiled. “I must admit I was a little taken aback. A death in the family can really rock you, emotionally.”

Ashleigh nodded. “Oh, yeah. Guess I took it pretty hard.” Once she’d gotten an offer, Brittney had told all the prospective employers her parents had died in a car crash. Technically, it was true except she’d massaged the date to use as excuse to delay her starting date. It also made the weight gain due to stress, seem more plausible.

“Anyway, it’s your business, not mine. Long as you can produce.”

Ashleigh whitened in astonishment. “You mean you want me to work here? I mean, still?”

“Sure, why not? That’s why you’re here, right?” He looked her over carefully and shrugged slightly. “So you’re a bit heavier. Not as if I’m hiring a circus acrobat. We spend most of our time sitting on our ass, looking at computer screens. We’ll have to make some accommodations, though. I had you in an office, 3 floors up. I’ll get you down here, to make it easier for us both. Pam will have to get you a more suitable chair, though. Once we’ve done orientation, you two chat, and she’ll help you pick out the best one. Now, follow me.” The shocked newcomer shuffled into his office as fast as she could; finally setting into a stuffed chair in the corner. The exertion left her breathless. Perspiring and puffing, she listened as Sam started to rhyme off her duties and company policies. He paused looking, up every several times. It was apparent he was staring at her.

“Sir, mind if I say something?”

He smiled and looked her in the eye. “Sure, go ahead.”

“Well, it’s your staring. It makes people like me rather…uncomfortable. It’s hard enough being this big, without the rude looks. If I repel you so badly, maybe we should…” Then, she tried to struggle to her feet; but it was hard to get out of the stuffed chair. She cursed under her breath, at her choice of wardrobe. It was so tight, she couldn’t stand up. She sighed and waited until she had gathered her composure and strength once more.

He went over “I’m sorry. You’re right; I was staring, but I wasn’t trying to be rude. You don’t repel me at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. I find you stunning, but I’m trying to be careful. We just met, after all. Sexual harassment rules, you know.”

“Sexual….” Ashleigh blushed and giggled a little. “Actually, that hasn’t been a problem for me lately. You really find me attractive?”

He blushed. “Very. Sorry to be so blunt-but that’s obviously not why I hired you. You were slim then.” Ashleigh figured it out. Mr Williams was a chubby chaser. Wait till Brittney found out!

He looked at his watch. “It’s only 11, but maybe we can have an early lunch and go over the fine print.”

Now Ashleigh was suspicious. “And just what would this…lunch entail.”

He reddened. “Oh…it means lunch, trust me. I’m sorry if you took it another way.” Then, he opened the door. “Look-cards on the table? If I were somewhat interested in you, and we took it slow-would that be such a bad thing?”

She held out her hand. “Little help?” As she rose to her feet. “Lunch is the last thing I need. I’ll just get fatter.” Then she saw his eyes light up. “Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all, either.” She teased.

“Good.” He buzzed his secretary. “I’ll be out a couple hours.” Then, he looked up as he opened the door. He offered “You set the pace and I’ll follow.” She wasn’t sure if that meant her ponderous walking pace or otherwise. Time would tell.

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Chapter 15

Six o’clock. Ashleigh struggles through the door to see her frantic sister on the couch, wolfing down a pizza. “Finally-I was worried sick. I thought maybe you got caught or something happened.”

Ashleigh offered. “Something did happen. He-they like me. I’m in.”

Brittney dropped her slice. “In? In what?”

Ashleigh shrugged. “They didn’t fire me. The whole office is helping me with my….situation.” She caressed her belly and smiled. “No one cares I’m fat like this.” Then, a quick pause before she blurted out. “Sam actually prefers it-that’s why he slipped through your net.”

Brittney frowned “Sam? It’s like that already? Ashleigh-he’s a mark and you’re emotionally attached to him, on the first day. What were you thinking? Anyway, they obviously aren’t going to pay, so you are done there. Let’s clean out our stuff and go home.”

Ashleigh folded her arms. “You go. I’m staying. I found a home here. He likes me-I mean really likes me-you can’t fake it that far.”

Brittney’s jaw dropped. “How far… omigod-you slept with him, didn’t you? Already?”

Ashleigh blushed but went on the defensive. “Hey, you slept with the rest. At least we like one another. Screw the money. I’m staying and you can stay here with me, or you can go to hell.”

Brittney restrained herself. “Okay but be careful. I’ll stay awhile, until I’m sure this is the right thing.”

Ashleigh looked over. “Any of that pizza left? I’m starved.”

“Sorry last slice.”

Ashleigh sighed. “I’m going to the buffet.” She rubbed her belly. “Think I’ll try to get a little bigger now.”

“You’d better change out of that outfit or it’ll explode. Go look in the bedroom. I bought you a few things while you were gone.” Brittney offered “I’ll go with. You need someone to get the stuff for you anyway. By the time you get back and forth, its cold. I’ll call the Handitrans.” Poor Ashleigh was so big now she wouldn’t fit in a standard vehicle. Luckily, she qualified as disabled and the Handitrans van sufficed.

Ashleigh held her hand. “I’m glad you’re there for me. You can help me gain another hundred pounds or so, and it’ll be over.”

One way or another she was right.

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Epilog 1

Six months later. A knock on the door.

Brittney opened it and saw Sam standing there holding a bottle of Stolnichya vodka. “Oh it’s you.” Then she looked out the door. “Are you crazy coming here? What if we’re caught?”

He eased in. “Not much chance of that. It’s over. She died in the night. I didn’t even have to give her the curare. She did it herself-well sort of. With our encouragement she managed to fatten herself up to 695 pounds. It was tough near the end, I had to keep paying her, even though she wasn’t going to work. She got so fat she wouldn’t fit in the elevator. Stupid broad still ate everything I fed her. The last 2 weeks she couldn’t even get out of bed. Finally, her heart just gave out. I came home and found her with a half eaten donut still in her hand. Too bad really.”

“Phase 3 is finished and I don’t feel one bit sorry for her.” Brittney snickered. “Bitch. I never forgave her for screwing Todd. She deserved it. So we’re good, right?”

He handed her the bottle. “Good as gold. I think this is your brand. Time to celebrate.”

She agreed. “I was in the hot tub-care to join me?”

“Even better.” He looked around. “Nice place. I thought you were going to move in with me when this was over. How long you been here?”

“Couple weeks. Our old place was a dump and I was glad to get rid, once sis moved in with you. Nice little house in the suburbs, is what the doctor ordered, now that I-we can afford it.”

“Nothing stupid left behind to incriminate us, I hope.”

“Nope-emails erased too. Unnecessary documents shredded. We’re good. Phase 4 will commence soon as I get the death certificate. Once the insurance comes through, I’ll pay you half, like we agreed.”

“That’s good. A million each is good money. I can save my company now.” He was talking about Ashleigh’s life insurance, now doubled once she’d passed the 3 month probationary period.

Brittney laughed. “I felt bad for you having to pretend to love her. My God she was fat in the end. Between me and you taking her to the buffet every night, I thought she’d explode one day. You must have been disgusted sleeping with her.”

She disrobed and slipped into the water and sighed contentedly. Her massive boobs began to bob on the surface and she giggled. “What do you think? How much should I leave once I go for my procedure?”

Then he smiled. “Actually I discovered something about myself. Even at the end, I was oddly attracted to her. No one was more surprised at that than me. But you know… you are starting to look more like her every day. Maybe…”

Brittney rolled her eyes. The combination of the lack of activity and temptation of taking her sister out so frequently had fattened her up even more. She was now only 3 pounds shy of the 200 pound mark. But again most of it had stayed upstairs. She now boasted ludicrous dimensions of 73-22-47. Her back ached and it was difficult to stand straight these days. Luckily the hot tub bore the weight and she liked the way the massive orbs bobbed in the bubbles. “If you are suggesting I get even bigger-no way. Once we get the money in a few weeks, it’s the mother of all lipo operations. Then-I’m going to retire.”

“You mean we, don’t you? Besides, I can’t retire just yet-I have my company and employees to consider. Any chance you’ll reconsider?”

“Nope. I’m done. Gonna join me in here?”

“Okay, let me get us a drink first.” He opened the vodka. “It’s already well chilled. Glasses?”

Brittney advised. “Bar over there. Should be a few old fashioned glasses. Ice in mine, please.”

He poured a large shot for each. They clinked glasses and she had guzzled most of hers, before he’d even sat down. Oddly, he was making no attempt to disrobe and join her.

He filled her glass again and offered a toast. “Here’s to your revenge, at last. I hope it was worth it.” She took another long gulp. Then he offered. “Oh, and maybe you can congratulate me on this.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a marriage certificate. “Surprise. We got married last week. Said she didn’t want to start a marriage on a lie. That’s why she confessed.”

Brittney whitened. “Confessed to what.”

“About the others you fleeced. When we cooked up this scheme together, I kept wondering why you took so long to let her start. Who were we fooling- I was in on the whole thing-the insurance people would have paid right away. You tried to trick me, into thinking this was an exclusive. You were going to split the $2 million with me and keep all the other insurance settlements to yourself. Eventually I assume you’d find some excuse to break up with me and take the rest with you. But you made a couple slip ups. I knew something was up, before she told me.”

A little uncomfortable now, Brittney still asked. “What tipped you off?”

“The clothes she wore on the first day. I was under the impression you two were struggling to make ends meet. Then, Ashleigh shows up in a $500 outfit. She even told me what she paid for it when she couldn’t get it off, that first afternoon at the motel.” He smiled evilly. “I have to admit for such a big woman she was pretty frisky. I’m going to miss that. Anyway, buying this place before you collected was stupid too. Must be worth $400k?

“Actually they had it listed for $650k but I got it for 460-tough markets work both ways.”

“So where’d the money come from?”

Brittney sighed and told him the whole story of the blackmail settlement money.

“Pretty, slick actually,” he added begrudgingly.  “Tell me honesty, how much is it all worth?”

She snickered. “I never told her why I insisted on a 1-year benefit clause for each settlement, and she was too stupid to ask. It was for the life insurance; the wage payouts were peanuts in comparison. We could only hit each insurance company once, obviously. But even weeding out the duplicates left us with 17 policies-I think they total over 11 million. I felt guilty at first, until she screwed me over for the settlement money at the end. But I’m a practical girl and there’s plenty to go around. We can work something out. 11 million split 2 ways is still a lot of money.”

“11 million split 1 way is even more. I like my math better. You still don’t get it, do you? I’m her husband now, and I’m in her will. No matter what any policy says, I inherit it all. You’re out in the cold, honey.”

 Now panicking slightly as her little scheme began to fall apart, she began to plead. “Maybe…I can reconsider your earlier offer. I’m already pretty fat-little more wouldn’t be so bad. Just takes a little getting used to. I’d compromise on another…100 pounds. Hope you’re a tit man though. I don’t know how big these will get. Come on in and join me, lover.” She started to fumble with them. The vodka was already going to her head.

He laughed out loud now. “Save it honey. You’re good in the sack I’ll give you that, but it’s not worth half of 11 million bucks.”

She chuckled. “Screw you. I could tie this up in the courts for years. Or I’ll squawk to the cops-if I get nothing so do you.”

He laughed again. “That won’t be necessary either. You won’t need it where you are going.”

Suddenly she felt faint. She was having difficulty moving and when she tried to speak all that came out was a few croaking sounds.

“Ah it’s starting to take effect. Remember the curare you said to give her? Disappears in 12 hours as I recall you saying, and it’s nearly impossible to find in autopsy. I put it in the vodka which as you notice now, I didn’t partake in. Long as I wash the glasses and leave another partially drunk bottle, the cops won’t ever know. I was going to wait until it paralyses you and cover your nose and mouth-they’d probably have put it to heart failure. This is even better-once the drug takes effect, you’ll simply drown. They won’t even put two and two together. You live outside of the LAPD calling area.”

She looked helplessly as he dumped the contents of his full glass, the mostly empty one in hers and the remains of the bottle down the sink. He opened the door and grabbed the second bottle. By the time he’d dumped 2/3 of it down the sink as well, she’d stopped moving. Her hands and her boobs bobbed on the surface, but she did not resist as he eased her head off the edge. He kissed her on the lips and whispered “Sorry it had to end like this-but I have another partner to share with already.” The last thing he saw of her was her terrified expression as he pushed her head under the water. He held her there for five minutes, to make sure.

Then, he called the office. Pam answered. “It’s done. We’ll knock off early tonight.”

The voice on the other end said. “Come over to mine? I’ll fix us something special to celebrate. Low calorie though. Too many lunches out with Ashleigh. My ass is the size of Chicago. If I don’t cut down I’ll end up just like her.”

The boss had noticed. Pam had been putting on weight slowly before. But now she was a 225 pound siren. He smiled and thought to himself. “Yes. You might at that.”

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Epilog 2

Pam toyed with her plate of pasta and sighed. “I don’t see why we just couldn’t meet at your apartment.  After taking your sister out for lunch every day for 3 months, I need another high calorie lunch like I need a hole in the head. It was supposed to fatten her up-but I think it’s backfiring.” She rubbed her prominent paunch and belched audibly. “I’ve gained 60 pounds. I wish I had your willpower. You look fantastic by the way.”

“Thanks.” The scheming twin had gone on a rigid diet and exercise program as soon as her “interviews” had ended. She was now back to her old self. Better even, with rock hard abs, and well toned arms and thighs. The one exception was her breasts. As predicted, they had continued to grow. At 52”, they were massive now, compared to the rest of her. Brittney shrugged. “But it’s working-she’s getting fatter by the day, too. Last time I saw her, she could barely walk.” She leaned forward and whispered. “Her heart won’t take much more. It’ll be over soon. She leaned back and smiled. “Besides, don’t look for sympathy from me. I’ve changed more than you.”

Pam scoffed. “You have, but it’s mostly in…those. Not that I’m complaining. That’s the other reason I wanted to go to yours. It’s been a while since we…well had dessert, so to speak. I know you hate them, but don’t get them taken down. Too bad some of that didn’t rub of on me. Pam’s figure had grown-but not to her liking. She’d swollen from a pixie-ish 110 pounds and 32-20-38, to a matronly 170 and 35-37-49.

Brittney patted her hand. “Plenty of time for that later. Don’t complain, this whole crazy scheme was your idea. Once you found out your brother’s little fetish, that is.”

It was Pam’s turn to whisper. “You don’t feel bad about it? I mean your own twin sister…”

Brittney shook her head. “Not at all. She did it under dishonest circumstances in the first place. Most of the extra is really down to your brother and her infatuation with him. Besides I’ve hated her since she ruined my one true love affair.”

Pam cleared her throat. “Present company excepted, I hope.”

Brittney blushed. “Of course, I meant my one love affair with a man. When I was on the rebound, you opened a whole new door for me. Guess I should be grateful-she actually did bring us together.” It was a lie. Pam was a passionate and grateful lover; but Brittney did not really bat for the other team. Once the final act of the play was in place, she’d end the relationship.

Pam broke her concentration. “You’re filling out too. Better be careful or you’ll be twins again.” Then she mused. “Never told you this-I’m a twin too you know…”

Brittney was about to say that brother and sister could only be fraternal twins, and that wasn’t the same. The moment was disturbed by her cell phone. She answered and the voice at the other end asked for her by name. “Brittney Vernon?”

“This is she.”

“Deputy Rankin-county Sheriff’s department. Are you related to an…Ashleigh Williams?”

Brittney blanched and answered. “Williams? My sister’s name is Vernon, too.”

“Not anymore. She got married day before yesterday in Vegas. Local PD found her marriage certificate in her effects.”

“Effects?”  Brittney cleared her throat. “Has something happened?”

The voice at the other end paused and then admitted. “Bad news I’m afraid. Sorry to break this to over the phone; but your sister has died. It would appear she had some kind of heart seizure. Anyway, more details will come, once we get her back here. We’ll need a positive id of course, but it’s her all right.

In spite of herself she began to well up. “Did she suffer?”

“I don’t think so. Husband wasn’t so lucky. You know him?”

“Not really. She moved out some time ago, so I knew she was seeing someone, of course. I didn’t even know she was planning on getting married, so I guess I didn’t know her very well either.”

“Well it seems she passed out on top of him during…well you get the picture. Crushed him rather badly. He was still alive when the paramedics showed up; but he died about an hour ago. We need to notify his next of kin. Can you help?”

Brittney looked at Pam and smiled. “No, sorry. Look I’m upset. Can you call me…”

“No problem. We’ll phone in the morning. Everything thing should be sorted by then. Sorry for your loss.” The line went dead.

Pam sat, gaping in anticipation. Brittney blurted out. “It’s over. She’s gone. She was on holiday or something-she married your brother. Did you know they were going to do that?”

Pam shrugged. “Of course not. Those two were always up to something. She’s not been to the office for weeks. She was so fat she could barely get out of bed. My brother-how’s he taking it?”

“The cops didn’t say-but I imagine he’s a bit shaken. Maybe you should call him later…” Brittney tried hard not to smile in satisfaction. Time to end this charade. “Actually, I’m a little shaken up myself. I’m going to go clean my face and get us a drink. What’ll you have?

Pam pondered. “Double brandy.”

Ten minutes later, she came back with a couple double brandies. They downed them quietly and then Brittney stood and held out her arms. They embraced and Brittney held out her hand. Give me your disposable. Pam turned over the untraceable cell phone. The pair were smart. They’d only used these items for calls and emails-no one could link them. Brittney waved, as her companion wended her way out. “See you soon.”

Once home Brittney searched the evening news on every channel, finally seeing the item she was hoping for.”Traffic was tied up on Olympic for most of the early evening rush. An as yet unidentified woman ran a red light and was broad sided by a concrete truck. The driver of the truck was lucky to escape with minor injuries. The female motorist had to be removed with the jaws of life and was pronounced dead at the scene. Police are withholding her name, pending notification of next of kin.

Brittney giggled to herself. Good luck with that. Her next of kin was lying on a slab in the Vegas morgue right now, thanks to Ashleigh. This was even better than she’d hoped. She’d always planned for Pam’s demise. Tom was not a threat, as he was not privy to the plan, just a useful dupe. But he’d married Ashleigh and his death made her next of kin for both. She’d get the insurance and the company too, for what it was worth. Pam’s death was not an accident. She’d been careless enough to tell Brittney about her peanut allergy.

Her last drink had just enough peanut oil in it to cause her to seize in the car, she couldn’t get to her Epi pen in time. Even if she hadn’t crashed, she’d have died from toxic shock within ten minutes.

2 weeks later, Brittney gets a call. It was a George Gutierrez from Pacific Mutual, the insurance company who’d covered Pam, Ashleigh and Tom. “Can you come in to the office? A few details and papers to sign, before we close off this file. Take about ten minutes.”

“Sure take all the time you need.” Brittney did the math. Because her sister had conveniently married Sam just before they both died, she’d inherit the company, plus proceeds from the insurance policies on both of them. Maybe even Pam, but she wouldn’t push for that. There was bound to be a little left from the settlement checks too. No matter what, she was set for life. First stop lipo, then someplace hot.

She got to the office and signed a few statements Then Gutierrez laughed. “How long did you thing you were going to get away with this?”

Brittney blanched and stammered. “Get away with what?”

“This whole insurance scam. I guess you didn’t know that insurance companies pool their data, to prevent double dipping, like you were going to do. Nice little scheme, though. Too bad you got greedy. We could prosecute you; but if you agree to keep schtum on this, we’ll forget the whole thing. So far the other three seemed to have died naturally, so we can’t prove foul play. We don’t need the bad publicity-but if the cops get wind you’re on your own.”

Brittney sighed. “I thought about just cashing the last three. With the company, I’d have been rich enough.”

The insurance man shook his head. “That’s where you are wrong. You see, your sister died first, so all her stuff went to her husband, not you. Once he died, then all his stuff went to…”

Brittney held her hand over her mouth. “Pam.”

“Yep. You didn’t know your own brother-in-law but somehow know his sister. Was she in on this?” The silent gaze told him what she needed to know. “Oh well, she got her just reward too.”

She smiled slyly. “Look as far as I know, I’d still be the closest relative by marriage or otherwise. It will still go to me, as long as you don’t spill the beans.” She offered. “We could work out something between us. There’s plenty to go around.” She noticed at him staring at her breasts and began to run her finger up and down the ample cleavage she had on display. “I could sweeten the pot with-let’s call it a night on the town to seal the deal.”

He shook his head. “Wrong again. You aren’t the closest relative-not by a long shot.”

Brittney sighed. “So, the insurance for Brittney, Tom, Pam-who gets it?”

“Good question. Come on in.”

A woman walked in whereby Brittney blanched and screamed “You’re dead-this can’t be happening.”

The other woman scolded. “Oh, but it can. I’m Pam’s sister, Violet. Do you think you’re the only twins in the world?”

Suddenly she remembered Pam’s words in their last moments together. “I’m a twin too… It’s unbelievable. I never would have guessed.”

Violet snorted. “I see you picked up on the resemblance, but I think I should be offended a bit. Pam is fatter than me. Er…was that is.” Then a venomous stare. “I was always the black sheep of the family-probably why they never mentioned me. I hope for your sake, their deaths were just a coincidence. I doubt it though. For now, I’ll be happy spending their money.”

Gutierrez chimed in. “That’s how we really caught you by the way. You sent in the death certificates, but the other companies who mailed out checks sent them to Violet, as next of kin. She called me for an explanationwhen check after check started to roll in. After that, we put two and two together.”

Violet shrugged and added. “I knew something was fishy and everything would come to light eventually. Without help, I would have had to give it back.”

Now the scales fell from Brittney’s eyes. “I get it now-you too are in cahoots.”

Gutierrez nodded. “I been with the company 20 years and still only get 3 weeks vacation and $40k a year. Screw them-I earned my keep. Once I get my share I can retire in comfort.”

Brittney scowled again. “So why am I here? Just so you can gloat?”

“Just a little”, Violet answered. “We also need to make sure that this little plan doesn’t go any further than this room. Right now you’ve got nothing to lose, so if you called the cops we’d all end up empty handed. That’s not going to happen.”

Brittney had a sudden flash of panic. They’d brought her here to kill her. Guttierez saw the look. “Oh wait. It’s not that. We figure to cut you in a bit. You know-for your trouble.”

“And your silence” Violet added. She held out a blank check. “How much did your sister weigh when she died?”

Brittney shrugged “Last number I heard was over 650. Why?”

“And Pam?”

Britteny shrugged. “She’d put on a few lately…160-170 thereabouts.”

“So we add them together we get 820. Lets call it 800. I’ll add three zeros to that and write you check for that amount on two conditions.”

Brittney was simultaneously trying to conceal her relief at her safety from harm and the glee at getting at least this windfall. “$800k? Done. Name your conditions.”

“First, you work as the director of the company for a year. You have the education and the smarts to turn it around, I think. We’ll pay a small salary to keep you going until the year is up and you can stay in Pam’s apartment. It’s right in the building, so it will be handy. If you want to stay on after, we can work out a new deal.”

Brittney nodded. “You mentioned 2 conditions.”

“Oh yes. Well I wanted you to appreciate how hard you made life for your sister. And mine, for that matter. They weighed a combined 820 pounds. I think you should give it a try.”

“Huh?” Brittney asked.

“Okay I need to spell it out. You need to weigh 820 pounds by the end of that year or no deal. We’ll see how you like it.”

Brittney gulped. “I could still call the cops you know…”

Gutierrez took over. “Sure you could. But we’ve actually taken no money or done anything wrong yet. Every fraudulent document and transaction has either your or your late sister’s signature. In fact we have a written trail showing how Violet here duly reported her concerns. We’ll end up evens on this, but you’ll go to prison for a long time.”

Brittney sighed. “Not like I have a choice. But…if I do it, how do I know you won’t renege.”

Violet shrugged. “You don’t, but I’m going to stick around until you get the company going and finish our little challenge. All I can give you is my word.”

Britteny paused and looked at the floor in defeat. “You win. I’ll do it.”

Good offered Violet. You’ll need to gain about 2 pounds a day so I suggested you get started soon as you leave. She pinched Brittney here and there. You need to be 15 pounds bigger by this time next week and trust me, I am going to check. Now get out.”

Brittney reddened in anger but spun on her heel and sped out looking for the nearest buffet. She had a lot of work to do.

Guttierez opened up now. “I think we need to talk missy. We never agreed to a third leg of this partnership. 800 grand is a lot of money. It’s going to have to come out of your end.”

Violet giggled a bit. “Don’t worry you’ll get your full share. In fact I have a bank book for you, right now. She handed him the document and he checked the balance. “Seems right.”

“Good you let me handle the rest. I suggest you take the next plane out of here to anywhere without an extradition treaty.”

The crooked agent nodded in agreement. He left without another word and Violet hoped she would never seem him again.

Brittney was another matter. She would take great delight in ensuring the original author of this scam lived up to every pound of the agreement. Then she chuckled. Stupid bitch had no idea what she was in for. Her sister had died when she’d reached 650 pounds. They were genetic equals, so it was likely the same thing would happen to her, especially if she tried to reach 820.

Her brother and sister had hated her and treated her badly for decades. But revenge was sweet. Violet could hardly wait.

[Heisenberg4life]

Bravo, encore!!!

[TheJohnsterLive]

Man, this is awesome. Great work!

[maltesefalcon]

Thanks for the feedback. Got more nearly done. Will post them asap.

[Musashi]

Amazing as always ;]