"...you'll be lucky if you can even walk."

..Wait, what was the size of your drink?" Susan spoke. Misty, still reeling from this revelation, tried to find her voice. The thought of her ass growing was a pretty shocking revelation all things considered. The fact she could see it now was also adding onto the surprise. Finally finding her voice, Misty spoke back:

"Large. I cheated today." She sputtered out. Susan, not catching onto the woman's shame, scratched her chin. Her eyes looked vacant, like she was actually contemplating a concept. Which, by the looks of it, required all of her brainpower.

"She got a large and grew into the size of a car, or was it a truck? Hmm, then the other was twenty-feet tall. And If I carry the BMI into the bloodstream. No, I'm guessing that's different." Susan mumbled. A look of eureka bloomed on her face. The raven-locked woman gazed onto Misty and said:

"You're totes not going to be able to walk!"

"What?"

"I mean, yo could maybe walk. I don't know, you look healthy enough and you have a tone butt instead of a bubble-bottom. So you may be luckier than a few of the girls."

"What do you mean I can't be able to walk?" Misty shouted. She grabbed a hold of the woman's arms and shook Susan back and forth. Doc Bimbo's head bobbed with the rhythm of the shake. When Misty stopped, Susan blinked for a moment before she delivered a small kiss. Misty sputtered in shock at that.

"Sorry, it was just right there. Yeah, when they mean large, they mean 'laaarrgge'. My Bimbo Blizzard was just a small." Susan happily stated, Misty groaned.

"Is there a cure?"

"Not that I know of, but we're working on it. Its bad for business!"

"And why did you not tell your guests this can happen to them?"

"We did, just awhile ago. We've been having this problem for a few years now, but it became especially bad this year. Wait, ooopsie, that's confidential information. I hope I don't get sued." She stated. Misty did her best to comprehend the woman, if this was a small bimbo, she'd hate to see a medium or large. She got back on track, her bottom was going to erupt in size. She needed to know how long.

"How long doc?"

"Hmm. About three days."

"Three days!"

"If you're larger then it takes even longer. Should've seen this really fat lady, when she got a pear, well, it got sooooooo fat. We're talking car size. Sorry, confidential. But don't worry, you'll be compensated for your entire stay here."

"I'd better, surprised this place hasn't been sued." Misty then wondered if she had to pay for additional stay at the resort, but was caught up in Susan's next choice of words.

"Oh, but it has been 'Sued' I'm right here."

"That's not what I'm, nevermind. What am I going to do?"

"Well, you could just stay in your room and wait for the invincible, intern, invariable, there you go. Or, or you could do something crazy and try to find our little culprit or big or whatevs."

"Our culprit?" Misty questioned. Susan happily nodded. Out from her cleavage came a phone, she flipped through it until she found it. There, on the screen, was the lady who served Misty's drink.

"You got her right here, she may have the cure for all of this. She's here on this island, but nobody knows where. Spooky."

Misty mulled over her options, fear still in her stomach.