As Greta and Megan walked down the hall, they reflected on what had happened to get them here. Greta thought it was all Megan's fault for spending all the money. Megan thought it was Greta's fault for not telling her not to spend it. They forgot about this for a moment as they turned a corner into the waitress' changing rooms. Naturally, the girls met their tutor-- but were shocked at her appearance. They had expected a slim girl with very little, if any curves to speak of. What they saw was a curvaceous woman whose figure put Greta's to shame and made Megan look like a pencil. She had nice D cup breasts, a large waist and hips, and a round butt, all seemingly forced into a purple tanktop and shorts. "Hello," the Nidoqueen moemon said with a voice not much deeper than Greta's. "My name is Narcissa. I believe you are Greta and Megan, it is lovely to meet you." She shook both girls' hands so hard that Megan thought her arm would come off and the movement sent little ripples through Greta's curvy form. "Hmm..." Narcissa continued, eyeing Greta's shape and Megan's petiteness, "We'll have to give you some curves, Megan. And Greta, you could use a couple added pounds to that bust of yours. Whether we plump you two up or not, however, has no effect on the fact that I need you to put these on." Narcissa held up a brown tanktop and shorts for Megan to emphasize her Lopunny frame and a green set for Greta's larger Gardevoir body. Still reeling in shock from an almost COMPLETE stranger telling her to get fatter, Megan took her waitress uniform and stumbled out of the room. Greta took her uniform, headed into an adjacent room, and put it on. She was almost instantly ashamed of herself as she looked in the mirror. The V-neck tanktop showed off her cleavage and belly, stretching tight across her chest. Her shorts were tight as well, showing how big her butt was and the belt only showed off her large waist. The legs of her shorts were filled and looked ready to tear. All in all, she looked sexy to any appreciative moemon, but personally hated the outfit. "I'm too fat to wear this!" Greta complained as she returned to Narcissa. "Oh honey," Narcissa said, "You aren't fat. You're just..." she searched for the right word, but couldn't find it. "Oh, alright. You are a little heavy, but who can't like that beautiful figure of yours?" "You really think I'm not fat?" Greta asked. The conversation was almost beginning to sound like one between mother and daughter. A few minutes later...
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