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8. Told the Truth

7. Cindy's Triple Punishment

6. Told the Truth

5. He decides to become a hermaph

4. Run Away!

3. The Start

2. The Sex Game

1. The Drafting Board

Sex Game: Marla's admission

on 2019-09-21 08:47:57

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(Originally written by: LGV)

"Alright, I'll tell," Marla said in her matter-of-fact manner. "The worst is probably what I did to this girl Stacy when I was on the wrestling team. She kept bragging about how she was going to be the school's representative for our weight class. So I got my hands on some growth hormones and slipped some into her water bottle. She gained fifty pounds in a period of three months!"

"That's awful!" Jacky said, shocked.

"So you were the one behind Stacy's obesity, Marla?" Jennifer said, giggling. "Nice work, I never liked that girl."

"Indeed, causing your teammate to implode with fat is the worst thing you have done. You've earned your role, Marla."

She gave the die a flick of her wrist and the cube landed six up. The competitive girl smiled a smug grin. She was in first.

"Nice roll, Marla. With that six you've propelled yourself to an event square!" the game said with excitement dripping from its voice.

"Event Square?" Marla asked.

"Yes. The category is weight gain, fittingly enough, but the event square means that its a little different. Normally I'd force you to gain thirty pounds but this time you get a choice. I'll let you divy up the pounds among the group as you please!"

"Hold it," Jennifer interjected, annoyed. "I am NOT putting on weight for you. You should take it all!"

"Come on, Jen," Jacky said, "it'll just be five pounds a piece. That's way better than having her gain 30."

"Please, no, I don't think I can handle looking any different," Caleb argued.

Katy was still a bit too groggy from her shocks to respond. Cindy was distracted by her own breasts. The already sore things had bloated even more, swelling themselves with milk to the size of baseballs. She was massaging them as beads of sweat poured down her body, drenching her clothes and the bean-bag chair.

"2 to 1," Marla said. "Though it's up to me, really."

What the sandy-blonde didn't say was that she was not going to be gaining thirty pounds no matter what. Jennifer's attitude had annoyed her greatly. Did she give Jen the whole thirty or split it up equally between them all?




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