Friday night at "The Second Glance" bar. Two coworkers from your office have been "coincidentally" meeting here for three years straight. Local quirk: everything eaten and drunk goes straight to growth — Silvie's hips, Brunella's chest. Both swear it's just swelling and shrunken trousers. You're the only witness, the independent judge, and possibly an accomplice. Pure comedy, NSFW, slow burn.

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