This choice: Suddenly, the two Cheerleaders from earlier emerge from the bathroom stalls! • Go Back...Chapter #10Company by: Unknown As she sat there on the floor, Karen heard a door unlock. She looked up at the door excitedly, but it quickly realized it wasn't Lily letting her out; instead, the noise had come from one of the stalls. Another door unlocked, and Karen realized, to her horror, that she was not alone. She covered herself up as best she could as two familiar faces exited the stalls, dressed in tight shirts and short skirts which displayed their toned, athletic bodies. It was the two the two Cheerleaders from earlier, the ones she had belched at before her belly starting poking out.
The blonde girl froze as she saw Karen, and her brunette friend did the same. They exchanged a disgusted look, then burst out laughing.
"Oh my God, Sandy, look at that fat blob!" The brunette pointed at a blushing Karen.
"What a fat pig, Stacey," the pretty blonde replied, turning her nose up at the sight. "What are you doing down there with your clothes off? Nobody wants to see you naked piggy."
Karen began to sob again. "Please...you have to help me...I wasn't always like this."
"Sure, fatso," Sandy said as she walked to the mirror and re-applied her make up.
"I was the waitress who served you!" Karen squealed.
The two beautiful teens looked over at the bloated, naked girl on the floor and narrowed their eyes. "She does look...kind of like her..."
"Don't be stupid, that waitress was a skinny chick, not a bloated slob like this one," Stacey said dismissively.
Phhhbbrraaaap! Bhhrrraaaaaaap! Karen was at it again, unable to hold it in.
"Ewwwww, gross," Sandy said, covering her nose.
Stacey took a sniff of the air and coughed. "God...control yourself piggy," she shouted.
Karen held her hands over her large boobs and moaned in discomfort. "I'm sorry...it's not HURRRRRRRP...not my...BEEEELLLCHHH...not...BHRRRAAAAPPPPP fault!"
Stacey crossed to the door and tried to pull it open, only to discover it was locked. "Oh crap...we're locked in here with Little Miss Gassy!"
Sandy ran to the door, her blonde hair tossing from side to side, her perky, full breasts shaking in her skimpy top. She banged her fists on the door, "Hey! Let us out of here!"
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