The Wages of Pleasure

Rami slipped off the chair and wobbled to the floor. She felt tight, bulbous. The silk fabric of her robes, so loose and flowing initially, now clung to her full, squishy form. Rami pulled her robe forward and glanced down at her body.

"Ewwww!" she exclaimed, "I'm fat!"

The satyr was amused. "Such an abusive tongue, m'lady. Your new form, I think, is quite an improvement over the old. Why should your shape matter so much to you?"

Rami was sitting on the chaise lounge again, pinching her fat arms and testing how thick her thighs had become. "What do you mean, you little @! *#%! I look like a walrus!"

"M'lady, any luxury you want is now at your command. You have no need for that old, weak, thin human you used to be. She was just the means to get you what you wanted --- rich foods, beautiful clothing, erotic excitement, flattery --- all those are yours now, and the supply is unlimited. We've broken all our mirrors, pleasure is our principle."

Rami, dejected, slumped onto the chaise lounge. She should get out of this creepy place, but the goat-man was producing a plate of dark chocolate cake drizzled in white chocolate syrup, topped with strawberries, and it looked delicious.

1. Rami decides to stick around, just long enough to eat the cake. And maybe drink more wine. And perhaps dash herself with fragrant perfumes. But then she'd leave.
2. Rami is resolute. "I'm out of here, you mutant freak." She stormed away from the chaise lounge as the satyr chuckled.
3. While Rami pondered her course of action, Amy showed up. Her formerly flowing orange robe was now completely full as well - she must have doubled her weight.

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