“It’s your turn,” Daphne said, handing the scissors to Emilia.

Marisa’s eyes went wide. “N-n-no, please…I didn’t want to do those things to you…I tried not to, but…”

“But what?” Emilia said, “You did them anyway. Let’s do this.” “Nooo!”

First, Emilia cut away the top, and was surprised to find a red corset underneath. Its lacy frilliness couldn’t fool her. “This is some heavy boning you have here.” With some quick cuts and a bit of fidgeting, she removed the corset. Released from their captivity, Marisa’s large breasts flopped down.

“What’s that?” Daphne asked. “Is that shapewear?” Emilia responded, poking the heavily seamed spandex garment around Mari’s belly and hips. “Well, isn’t this interesting. It has to go, though.” Blair and Addie were turned around now, shocked at what they were learning about their companion.

“Noooo, stop!” “Keep it up,” said Gia, focusing the camera, it looks like your group’s little youtube channel has been blowing up!” “That’s not the only thing that’s blowing up!” said Emilia, as her scissors split the spandex. Once the scissors started ripping the material, Mari’s belly, unable to be contained any longer, finished the job. It lopped out of the spanx, allowing Emilia to peel the rest off of her meaty thighs. But the most surprising thing was between them.

“I really appreciate your dedication to the character,” Daphne said, “but did you have to die half of that big ol’ bush red?” She grabbed her phone and opened her app. “You girls should thank us. You’ve never had more viewers. But I highly recommend you don’t read the comments. For example, “Get the @#$%#% camera off that Harley hippo and show us more Wonder Woman. Harsh. I think this was what you wanted to subject the three of us to?”

“Mari, how could you hide this from us for more than a year?” Blair said. “I heard of the freshman fifteen, but that’s like the freshman fifty plus!” Addie said. “But I’m a junior!” Mari responded. “You gaining fifty pounds a year?” Blair said. “No wonder you seemed unenthusiastic. You deserved this as much as any of these girls. You’re officially out of the club—you don’t meet our beauty standards anymore.”

Maddie handed Emilia a pie from Mari’s “gift box.” Emilia smiled. “You were the one that did this, on cue, if I remember.” “No, please!” But Emilia wouldn’t be dissuaded. Mari sputtered as she wiped her eyes with her free hand.

“Nice!” said Gia, “is that the finishing touch?”

“They spanked me and threw me in a garbage can.” Emilia stated matter-of-factly.

Daphne looked at her phone. “Cops should be here really soon.”