The Durant Twins, Reagan and Phoebe. Out of everybody in the Townhouse, Audrey knew the most out of the twins and how they operated. They were identical in terms of body shape, but their personalities were the opposite of each other, with Reagan being a troublemaker while Phoebe was nice and ultimately too forgiving and spoiled for her own good.
Naturally, the twins shared a lot of things between each other. This was normal since they had a very similar bodily physique. They had their own shirts that they kept to their own, but for casual wear the twins tended to shift clothes between each other due to the ease of not having to get their own separate wardrobe.
At least, they were supposed to have a similar physique.
Now however, as Audrey looked down upon the pile of clothes, she saw that things had changed. One of the twins' pants had managed to pop a button, requiring her to sew it back on. On top of that, there were several rips from stretched fabric in some of their shirts, particularly around the chest area. Other shirts however were completely fine.
Audrey was only able to figure out which twin was causing this after carefully sorting through for a shirt only one of the twins wore. She got that answer in a busted black shirt with a slogan of "My Ass Is Down Here" on the shirt's back, complete with a matching black bikini which barely held together.
Yep, it was Reagan.
"Oh great, of course it's you who'd put on weight. It's not like you do anything productive after all..."
Aside from that though, every other article of clothing at least still looked like it fit as intended. Well... her own clothes were getting a bit tight, but nothing she couldn't fix by simple dieting. Regardless, once everything was sorted it only took a few hours to get through the laundry before she began her next chore. And the one after that as well.
Still, she kept one thing in mind. She needed to talk to Reagan. The girl was not only actively causing annoyances among the townhouse, but now she was not pulling her weight but instead gaining weight. Because of that, Reagan needed to be put back in place.
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"Mmmmm..."
*KICK*
"Reagan, we need to talk."
That evening, Reagan settled down with a fresh pizza from Giovanna's Pizza, set up in front of a TV to watch some comedic shows. She was in full couch potato mode, and was swallowing down a slice in it's entirety by rolling it up until it was all wrapped around the crust. This was a rather advanced eating technique, and something that apparently came to Reagan with ease.
Of course though, what was more obvious was that Reagan had put on weight. She was always a bit bottom heavy, but now her bottom was so big that she had bust a button through the biggest pair of jeans she had, while her thighs were wide enough to scrape each other as she walked. Instead, she found herself simply just wearing her bikini bottoms in her room, and putting on sweatpants while outside said room. At least they could still fit around her growing posterior.
However, what was most apparent was the redhead's flabby gut. She had already worked through another pizza before this one, and she was only slowing down a small bit because of Audrey's sudden entrance. It was a round orb, which for the past few weeks she's kept packed all the time while lazing about. If it were empty, it'd probably have been sagging a bit onto her lap, but since it was filled at least part of the way it merely poked into the air.
The rest of her body meanwhile had bloated up as well, though not to such a extreme degree. Merely just a plumpening of her breasts here, and a formation of a double chin there... really, it was her belly and lower body that was stealing the show.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Reagan asked, putting down a slice she had just picked up after finally noticing Audrey's entrance. "You know this is my private time!"
"This is important." Walking up to the TV, Audrey shut it off manually, tapping the button at the bottom of the screen. "It's about your place here. At this Townhouse."
"Ugh fine, I'll do more chores. Now can you just leave me alone while I go back to watching my movies? I was getting to the good part of this documentary about a woman named Glo-"
"This isn't just about chores."
Walking right up to Reagan, Audrey tugged at the bikini bottoms that Reagan was wearing in lieu of actual pants, and watched as they made vibrations all across her lower body. As she thought, they were incredibly tight on her body. Feeling these vibrations, Reagan blushed incredibly heavily as she was trying to not think about how much she had been putting on recently.
"Reagan, you've been lazing around for too long. And now it's affecting your figure and your attitude. Have you even looked at yourself in the mirror?"
"I... well... shut up! My figure is my own business!" Sliding the pizza box to the side, Reagan simply crossed her arms and tried to push the worries about her weight away. Audrey however, was not budging on this, which worried her.
"Look, you've been putting on weight for the past few months, not to mention putting off chores and barely even going outside with the exception of college. And when someone does tease you for your weight, you go and get them in some situation so that they can stop focusing on you."
"Hey, it's not all bad though..." Reagan said, shrugging. "You would have never fell in love with Nat if-"
"That's not the point!" Slapping at Reagan's gut, Audrey didn't even flinch as the redheaded Durant twin let out a heavy belch from the sudden force as she fell back against the bed she was sitting from. She'd then directly lean over her sibling, pinning her to the ground as she stared daggers at the woman.
"H-hey, what are you doing?" Reagan yelped, before being interrupted by Audrey once more.
"Look, if your just going to try to ignore this, I'm giving you a ultimatum here and now. You've been lazing about in this Townhouse for too long, so from now on your pulling your own weight by yourself. You're going to be buying your own groceries, doing your own laundry, et cetera, et cetera!"
"I don't have the money for that!" Reagan yelled back. "You can't expect me to take care of that all by myself!"
"Then. Get. A. Job. I'm done with your bullcrap..."
Rising back up to her feet, Audrey kept staring hard at Reagan, watching her visibly deflate as she slowly backed up to the door before slamming it shut. She had been too lenient on the troublemaker for too long, and now it was time for her to learn how to become a actual woman. She couldn't just rely on the efforts of the others in this Townhouse forever after all.
At the very least though, she was still somewhat on guard. She knew how Reagan worked. She'd likely put up a facade of trying to make effort for a few days... only to relapse by trying to make her round enough to where she just wouldn't care. It happened to Phoebe before when she got worried, and it was only by her own intervention that the other twin was able to slim back down. But since the focus was squarely on her most likely, she had to be prepared for anything.
Meanwhile, with Reagan...
"Hmmph, you think your so high and mighty... okay, maybe I have been eating a bit too much. But I can melt this off quick!"
Reagan was still mulling about over her situation, and about the situation that Audrey had put her in. Yes, she was starting to get fat. Yes, she needed to do something. But to cut her off from support and leaving her to fend for herself? That was too far and she knew it. Everybody knew she was the slacker within the Townhouse, and that she had a reputation for going out to party. That was going to be difficult to put into a resume if she needed a job fast!
For a good while, she considered meddling with Audrey and making her just as big as herself, if not even bigger. She didn't deny the idea, but merely put it aside at the moment. While it was something she wanted to do eventually... it ultimately wasn't going to fix the problem that was presented to herself.
Reagan needed a job, and fast.
"Hmmm... well, there's always the internet."
Pulling out her smartphone, Reagan looked through the web, trying to find a job offer that'd let her earn money quickly and fast. If it had heavy or intensive labor, she'd shut it down fast. She wasn't going to spend all day just walking from place to place, pushing heavy boxes. She just wanted a low-effort job that'd let her continue to rest on her ass!
Ultimately, she settled on the following...
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