Chapter #5She picks Nora... by: Oraphe  
Lindsey shuttered to think what her now half-braindead sister would think up, let alone whatever consequences letting the dog choose would have, so she settled on Nora. What's the worst that could happen?
After explaining the rules, Nora came to the game room. She cast a worried look at Leslie, staring vacantly into space. "Leslie! You're so... Thin!"
"I know, right!" Leslie giggled. Well, thin in all the right places!" she added, grabbing her tits and giving them a jiggle.
"Why is she acting like that?"
"She lost a lot of IQ points along with her weight. We have to keep playing and find a way to get her back to normal."
Nora nodded. Any doubts she had about the game were gone after seeing her miraculously-changed younger daughter. She turned to Lindsey. "So I have to choose a new appearance for you?"
"Yeah, but... Please, Mom, don't do anything serious..."
"Oh, don't worry honey. I have your best interest in mind." She looked at her daughter, clad in an over the shoulder tee and short shorts. So much skin showing. No decency. It wasn't right for a girl to be so provocative. If only she were more modest... Yes, she'd be happier if she didn't have to worry about her looks.
Lindsey looked down at her legs. Was her tan fading? Her whole body suddenly felt so tingly... She reflexively wiggled her bare toes as the sensation heightened. She blinked, and when she opened her eyes, were legs were a pasty white, as if she'd never seen a day of sun in her life. Holding up her hands, she saw the paleness had spread to her upper body.
But it wasn't just her skin color that was changing. Looking back down at calves, she saw they were changing shape. They were softening, thickening, as if the muscles there were atrophying and being replaced with fat. Her thighs, too, we beginning to spread out, like rising bread dough. Her thigh gap was closing. Her short shorts suddenly felt so tight...
Lindsey's belly oozed out over her lap. A fleshy white roll now poked out from her shirt. Every part of her felt so loose, so soft and weak. She held up her now meaty arms. Not a trace of muscle left. Even her hands were pudgy.
Lindsey stared in horror at her body. She'd gotten fat! At least as big as Leslie had been. But the changes weren't over.
God, it's suddenly so hot in here... Lindsey thought. The scent of her expensive perfume vanished, replaced by the faint lingering of feminine sweat.
Looking down again, she noticed that her formerly bare toes were now covered by plain white gym socks. It wasn't really her style, not to mention they clashed with the rest of her outfit. But then her short shorts began to lengthen and change material. They had become a dull pair of sweatpants. Her trendy tee morphed into a drab hoodie. At least her belly wasn't poking out of her shirt any more, but you could still clearly make out her round belly underneath. It pushed out even farther than her boobs, which had only grown a little compared to the rest of her.
The makeup disappeared from her face, and her skin subtly changed from flawless to lightly spotted with pink dots-- nothing major, just... Average. Dull. Her facial features adjusted slightly-- the tip of her nose mildly growing, her eyelashes shortening. She no longer had her stunning looks, but she hadn't become ugly either. She was just plain. Her hair began to lose its style-- first becoming slightly oily, then losing its waviness. Like the rest of her now, her hair lacked any style. She looked like someone who didn't give a shit about what they looked like. An unremarkable, plain girl without an ounce of fashion sense or care for her personal appearance. Not like the put-together, fashionable, gorgeous girl she had been only moments before.
Never again would she be the type to flaunt her looks, to show off as much skin as possible, to get al hussied up. She'll be happier this way, without having to worry about superficial looks, or about attracting the wrong kind of boy... Nora thought.
"Mom! What the fuck!" Lindsey shouted.
Leslie giggled stupidly. "OMG Lindsey, you look sooo bad! I guess I'm the hot one now!"
Lindsey ran to a mirror. She seemed to be around Leslie's former weight of 200 pounds, but at least when her sister was fat, she'd had a pretty face, and didn't dress like a lazy slob. Nora, still bigger than Lindsey but not too far off, came up and put a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "It's okay, honey. Trust me, being the 'hot girl' isn't worth it, especially when you get older and lose your looks. You're more suited to being plain. You'll be happier this way."
"Get off me!" Lindsey cried, batting away her mother's hand. "I'm going to undo this. Let's keep playing!" She waddled back to the game and plopped her fat ass down.
Nora sighed. She'd won a victory in making her daughter more modest (which she'd eventually understand was what's best for her), but she feared what possible changes the game could place on her. Then again, she thought, eyeing Leslie's now thin-body, maybe this could end up playing in her favor... If she could only draw something that could help her lose weight like Leslie.
What card does Nora draw?
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