"You heard me," Vivian smirked. "Either pack on the pounds or pack your bags. All the girls I've had so far are scrawny little sticks like you, and I'm sick of it. I want to see if watching someone else pork out is as much fun as doing it myself."
Stacy swallowed against the bile rising in her throat. Being with this horrendous blubber-beast was bad enough, but becoming one herself was the most sickening thought she'd ever had. On the other hand, it was better than actually trying to support herself. She sighed in defeat. "How much?"
That devious smile stretched across Vivian's face again. She loved it when people accepted that it was her way or the highway. "Well, let me think..."
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