Ambiguous

Cassandra leapt out of the water in front of her boyfriend John.

"Pose for the camera sweetie." He was pulling the focus on her wet body as he snapped pics.

"Ugh, I hate that nickname." She said, "These supplements are great for energy but I'm trying to bulk up. Do I look bigger?"

"Oh honey, there's no way you could look hotter" He snap snap snapped a few more pics

"Drop the shitty nicknames." Cassandra twisted her body so that her thighs were in focus. "I was trying to gain muscle, but nothing seems to be working, Does my ass look bigger?" she stroked her beautiful cheek, "Be honest." The camera clicked a few more times and her boyfriend checked the exposures. he saw her ass plump up with every new exposure.

"I...Uh....hmm" he was struggling trying to figure out what answer would get him in the least bit of trouble. "Yes?"

"Really?" Cassandra smiled. "What about my arms?"

John clicked a few more shots while Cassandra flexed and checked the exposures again. Flip flip flip she was definitely growing bigger as he clicked along, but not in her arms. "Ummm they're the same." He was trying to avoid telling her what was ever swelling on her now.

"Dang! I was hoping that-" She looked down, "AGH! What the FUCK!" she looked and saw that her belly was growing fatter. Her Shiny black swimsuit was popping and stretching to the limit. "Make it stop!"

John shook his head in amazement. "I..I don't know how." Cassandra's thighs blew up rapidly and her arms became full of flab almost like a balloon inflating with helium. 

"The pills!" Cassandra screamed, her neck loosened and sagged as her chins tripled. "Check the pills!"

John ran to her bag and pulled out the bottle and scanned the instructions. "How many pills have you been taking?"

"John!?" There was a loud Shrrrriiip as John turned back to Cassandra. Her bathing suit ripped all the way up the side as her cellulite spilled and oozed out of the tear. There was a pop and the bottom of her suit split open. her stomach sagged lower than her knees. "Help me!" The boat creaked and tipped in her direction.

John slid all the way down to her and splashed into her flab with the pill bottle in his hand. "mmf mm nnf mh" John murmured into her flesh.

"What!?"

John pulled himself away and said "How many pills have you been taking?"

"Two a week." Cassandra mumbled through her fat cheeks. "Just like the bottle said."

"The phrasing is ambiguous."

"I don't care about the sexuality of the phrasing what are you saying!?" If Cassandra had hips she would be placing her fists on them angrily.

"You've been taking them biweekly, meaning twice a week, when you should have been taking them biweekly, meaning once every two weeks. You've essentially been quarouple dosing yourself." John slipped under Cassandra as her knees buckled under her weight and she landed hard on his thighs.

Cassandra was dejected, she sobbed and couldn't even reach over to wipe away her tears. "Well, shit."

John's eyes grew wide like saucers. "Please don't!"