This choice: -decides to play along, placing a wager. • Go Back... “Fine!” Brooke said, desperate to shut the machine up, “Ten, I guess.”
”BROOKE WIDER BET CONFIRMED. MIKAYLA WIDER’S BET?
“Umm…”
”MIKAYLA WIDER’S BET?”
“Fine, fine! I’ll bet ten too, what the hell.”
”BETS ENTERED. 30 DAY TIMER ON WAGER BEGINS NOW.”
“What the fuck?” Mikayla said. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Brooke’s face turned bone white. “I’m… I’m not sure. Hey! What does that mean?”
”BET HAS BEEN ENTERED. ONE MONTH CHALLENGE TO SEE WHO SUCCUMBS TO THEIR CHOSEN VICE FIRST. EACH CONTESTANT HAS BET 10 POUNDS. THE LOSER WILL BE GIVEN 10 POUNDS FROM THE WINNER’S WEIGHT.”
Both young women stared at the device for several long moments.
“Mikayla. I’m gonna kill you.”
The blonde gave her big sister a patronizing pat on the shoulder. “Don’t be mad Brookie, all you gotta do is win the bet, right?”
“What if I just smother you in your sleep and toss that weird radio into the nearest lake?”
”PLEASE NOTE THAT ANY ATTEMPTS TO CHEAT WILL RESULT IN DOUBLED PENALTIES.”
Brooke and Mikayla met each other’s eyes. Neither sister was thrilled by this warning.
“Okay. All we have to do is last a month.” Brooke began, slowly. “A month isn’t that long. Thirty days. I can eat healthy for thirty days, easy.”
“And I can take a break from partying for a month. En bee dee.” Mikayla added with a shrug.
Neither woman had as much confidence in her own self-control as she pretended.
***
Brooke sat alone in the office break room, Tupperware full of rabbit food on the table before her. She’d choked down several mouthfuls of leaves and it was not going well. They were less than a week into this stupid bet, and she was struggling mightily.
I can’t believe some people eat like this all the time…
Brooke stood and opened the break room fridge, partly out of curiosity and partly to postpone her unappealing lunch. Someone was keeping a whole-ass bottle of blue cheese dressing in the communal fridge.
Oh hell yeah!
Brooke snatched the bottle and upended it on to her miserable salad. Soon the greens and occasional cherry tomato were swimming in creamy white dressing and chunks of cheese. Brooke forked up a mouthful of salad with renewed enthusiasm.
“Hmmm… mmm!”
Well it’s not a meatball sub, but it’s not bad…
She chewed slowly, the savory dressing and bits of cheese making up for the unpleasant flavor and texture of the leaves.
This is kinda good, actually…
Brooke suddenly felt a weird stirring in her middle. Pressing a hand to her fluffy tummy she felt her body getting warm. The flesh beneath her work suit started to press against her fingers, and she felt the waistband of her skirt getting tight.
“What the fuck!?”
Brooke tossed the rest of her salad in the trash, and stalked to the commissary to find something else for lunch.
Maybe they have some fuckin carrot sticks and celery…
***
When Mikayla got home from her shift at the Bean Machine, her sister was nowhere to be found.
–pling–
Her phone lit up. It was a text from Madison. They were meeting up to pregame at Dakota’s place and then heading over to the Red Door. Mikayla tapped a quick reply, letting her friends know she couldn’t make it. She struggled to concoct an excuse.
<Work was shit today, I just want to stay in and veg. Me and Brooke are gonna do a Netflix marathon 😅>
Madison sent back a bitchy-affectionate reaction sticker, and Mikayla put her phone down.
This bet shit totally sucks.
She opened the fridge looking for a snack, something to make up for the depressing evening in she was facing. Luckily her big sister had stocked up on some fruity beers.
Well even if I can’t party, that does’t mean I can’t get a good buzz on.
Mikayla cracked a can and downed half of it in the first swig. She didn’t feel her Bean Machine shirt growing snug all across her torso. Lifting the narrow aluminum can to her lips, Mikayla gulped greedily, throat pulsing as the hoppy alcohol slid down. With each gulp Mikayla’s stomach inched outward, her breasts spilled over bra cups, and her love handles muffined out of her khakis.
Dropping the empty can to the counter, Mikayla suddenly saw the shape of her body pressing against her work shirt much more than it normally did.
“What the fuck??”
ANY ATTEMPTS TO CHEAT WILL RESULT IN DOUBLED PENALTIES.
Now Mikayla was considering throwing the weird radio into a lake. She opened the fridge again to see if they had any soda or tea or something.
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