The Fortune Teller Had Drunk Passionate Pear

..Passionate Pear. Misty received quite a treat; while the fortune teller was standing up, she was bent over a small table giving Misty ample view of a bum so wide it blocked the view of the table she leaned on. Her tanned cheeks ate her jeweled thong, leaving only the sides of it spreading froth from that thin piece of cloth. They were so large that Misty could tell that a single buttock dwarfed her entire head. She stood staring at the woman for so long that the fortune teller turned around and spotted Misty staring.

"Excuse me?" She said, Misty shot up in surprise. Her face turned red from embarrassment.

"Oh, hello!" The Chinese woman said. "You're the resort’s fortune teller?"

"Desire! It sounds like 'Des-ur-ray"' not 'Dez-IR' make sure you tell your friends that if they read my card." The fortune teller, Desire, finished her sentence by snapping her fingers and gifting Misty a business card. There was a picture of Desire smiling at the viewer, though she was dressed more humbly rather than her jewel bikini in the pic. In the background of this pic was, of all things, a circus troupe.

"Um?"

"That's because my cousin designed my card. Now what can Lady Desire do for you, young woman?"

"I’m Misty Zhang. I need help finding Lauren, she creates the smoothies around the resort."

"Can you be more specific? There are many smoothies, probably with many Laurens making them.”

"The same type of smoothie that gave you your…" Misty pointed at Desire's lower half. The woman turned around and gazed at her bottom. Her face turned into a scowl. "Oh that woman, yes her. Come, come, let us discuss that devil outside the ears of the young ones."

Misty looked around, the pier looked deserted at the moment. Before she could say anything, she was dragged into the tent by Desire. There the duo were in a relatively cramped interior. It would've felt roomier if Desire's big bottom didn't take up so much space. One point, Misty was barely an inch away from the fortune teller's rump. Once they were both situated inside of the tent, Misty kneeled on two pillows while Desire sat upon her expanded ass, the two began their conversation.

"What can I tell you about Lauren? Well, she's been a problem in the backside of the island for many years, she sometimes opens these smoothie shops that inflict unfortunate expansions on women, she's been known to increase her activity during the summer seasons. Maybe a pervert or an egoist inflicting these conditions on ladies for her own twisted fun." The woman looked at Misty who seemed surprised at Desire's words. The fortune teller smiled. "I'm not just a fortune teller, Misty. I'm also a licensed P.I"

"You are?"

"Yes, you'll be surprised how many people will underestimate a 'foreign' woman like me. And you'll also be surprised at how many corporations will hire someone like me." Desire's face warped into a frown. "Though considering my current dimensions, my prospect in employment may have dwindled. So why are you after Lauren?"

"I've drunk the smoothie too," Desire's eyebrow curled upwards. Misty sighed and showed her rump. The fortune teller still didn't seem convinced, but didn't say another word. "I have three days until my rump will literally cripple me. I don't want that! I'm a personal trainer, I'll be out of a job! I need to find this woman and make her give me a cure before I'm considered the next Goodyear blimp."

“You and many other women are looking for her as well. That’s one of the reasons why I was hired here, to finally put a stop to Lauren’s mischief and bring peace back to this resort. Alas, I too fell victim to her, though I don’t know how she did it. I made sure she didn’t spike any of my fruity drinks.” Desire rubbed her chin. “In any case, you may try where the pools are, the ones near the wave pool specifically. Many women fell victim there. There’s also main street..”

“Tried that already.” Misty replied.

“Then there’s the cafes, then the resort staff's lounges, then the VIP island located off of our coast. I generally cannot figure out how she manages to get everywhere without getting caught! Ugggh, I want to wring her neck just like you but I’m stuck right now trying to help keep more of the smoothies from infecting the guests. Plus, the resort doesn’t like me flaunting my cushion to families, so moving around the island is difficult. I have to explain that my ass is a really weird prosthetic when I’m outside my tent.” Desire rubbed her nose in frustration.

Misty, hearing all this, thanked Desire and moved out of the room. Pool area first, then cafes, resort lounges, then VIP Island. She grumbled, that was a lot of ground to cover and there was only one of her. Another tingle emanated from her backside causing Misty to grimace, the threat of her ass loomed over her like the Sword of Damocles. She steadied her nerves, where would she go next?