The Delta Delta babes need to lose some weight

“The girls are getting fat.“ Erin texts you one evening. “Meet me tomorrow, off-campus, any time after 3 PM."

You choose a bar situated between the university campus and your local gym, following a nice extended workout. You feel it’s going to earn you points with Erin for her to see that you were taking care of your body the way she takes care of her shapely, athletic, sexy frame. On top of that, this bar is a place you bring many girls to, and you're safe discussing sordid conspiracies there.

But when she shows up, Erin, for once, is not clad in athletic wear or tight spandex. The blonde instead is sporting a professional but incredibly sexy business skirt and nylon stockings, sharply polished black heels, and a white business blouse that her huge D cups are almost bursting through, barely encapsulated by a button on her woman’s Short sleeved suit jacket. Erin looks like she must’ve been at a job interview or some kind of business seminar, although you can only imagine the sultry blonde giving orders or leading a conference, and not really simply attending one.

“Is this place for real?“ Erin scoffs, looking around the bar with disdain in her blue eyes. “I want to take these heels off, but I’d probably catch a parasite. Does anybody even wash these floors anyway?“

“It’s great to see you too,“ you joke, pushing Erin’s comments off but noting to yourself she’s in a particularly foul mood. You gesture for her to sit next to you, but she takes a seat in the chair across the table from you. “So this problem with the girls...?“

You and Erin get down to the heart of the matter. The Delta Delta sorority girls are the sexiest hotties on the university campus, and that of course means watching their weight. Since switching to a combination of sorority house chef, catered meals from the local organic supermarket, and a bevy of options in the well-stocked sorority basement kitchen, several of the girls have started to let themselves go, at least by Erin's incredibly picky standards.

“Make no doubt about it, it’s done wonders for some of the flatter girls, especially Mimi. She’s almost up to a C cup." Erin can see the silver lining even though she’s here with a problem. “But a major problem with natural beauty is that too many of these girls don’t have the discipline to maintain it, not everyone’s gonna be like Morghen and only hit up the salad bar before a night of heavy partying.“

“Do I look like a personal trainer?“ You try a joke that falls flat.

“No, you’re a **** dealer. And that includes access to diet pills and other supplements. But you probably could use a personal trainer, now that you mention one.“

“Haha, well... so wait... You want to get pills and stuff but... without the girls knowing?“

It’s very much like Erin to go behind the girls' back to use her position of authority to further her own cause, but you want to make sure you’re on the same page.

Erin nods, sipping her ice water and taking her blonde hair down and then back up into a ponytail again while she explains. “You will have to coordinate with the house steward, the one in charge of all the food and meals, of course. But other than that, this doesn’t leave this table.“ Erin leans forward, her tits jiggling right above the table top between you. Her cleavage pushing aside the black folds of the fabric as her bust spills onto the table between you. “You’ll have open access to everything that the girls drink or eat, but it’s going to be important that you don’t send anybody to the hospital with malnutrition or an adverse reaction. There’s no way for us to know who is going to eat what, so it had better be safe, but I also want results. “