"Every time you lie to me you'll grow one hundred pounds fatter," Ty said.
"That's... That's impossible," June said as she put a hand on her toned abs. "You can't do that."
"You wanna bet?" Ty said. "Tell me a lie and see what happens."
"Please don't," She said. "Anything but that." She pictured her own mother and how she had let herself go. June had promised herself that that would never happen to her.
"Question number one," Ty said. "Have you ever loved me?"
June kept silent as she was not sure how to answer.
"I should warn you that there is a time limit on your answers," Ty said. "You have about 30 seconds to reply. After that, your silence will be considered lying. Also, lies of omission count as well. So, don't leave anything out."
"Yes!" she declared. "I loved you. I loved you as a son."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, June felt her body inflate all over. The growth was especially noticeable in her stomach, ass, and tits. "No," she moaned as her clothes burst at the seams and all of those hours spent exercising were erased, buried beneath a gross layer of fat. When it was done, she weighed over 200 pounds. "No," she said again as she ran a hand over her fat gut, grieving her lost abs. "You monster! How could you know if I was lying about that anyway?"
Ty said, "I don't decide if what you said is true or not. You do. If you know, deep down inside, that what you said to me was not true, then the curse I put on you will make you fatter. It works automatically."
"But," she said. "I thought I loved you."
"Apparently not," Ty said. "You had better be more careful from now on. You could still work off those pounds. Too many more lies and you might find yourself stuck in a bed from now on."
"Please don't do this," she said. "I learned my lesson. I did. I'll be nicer to you. I promise."
Ty shook his head. "I'm not doing this to teach you a lesson. I'm doing this because I need to know the truth before I decide what to do with the three of you. So, question number two: If you don't love me, then why did you take me in as a foster child?"
June wracked her brain to remember exactly what had happened years ago. "We wanted the money," she said at last. Then, she braced herself in case she started to grow again. Nothing happened.
"What money?" Ty asked.
"We get a tax break for being foster parents."
"Is that all?"
"I think Mark wanted a kid around he could force to do housework as well." She looked down at the jar next to her. "...besides Dustin."
"I see," Ty said. He had suspected as much, but it still stung to hear the truth. All he was to them was a tax break and an indentured servant. "I want to know more about Mark."
"Ask him, then," June said. "Please, leave me alone."
"Question three," Ty said. "You're a bit young to be a mother of a teenager, and Mark's at least 7 years older than you. When did you and Mark meet?"
"I-I was a teenager," June said.
"How old?"
"I must have been 18," she said. The fat began to swell on her again, ripping off the remainder of her tight clothes. "Oof! No!" she moaned as she looked down at her saggy tits and giant gut.
"How old?"
"I was a cheerleader!" she said. "He went to the basketball games to watch his little brother. He had a nice truck."
"How old?"
"Sixteen!" Her body did not change.
"Did you have underage sex with him?"
"No!" she said. "We didn't have sex until I was legal." Her body blew up with fat once more, giving her a much rounder shape now. The extra 300 pounds made her nearly unrecognizable from the fit woman she had been just minutes ago. "We just made out. That's the truth!" she said and swelled another hundred pounds. "We had sex on my 18th birthday."
"You never did anything sexual with him before then?"
"Well," she said. "I guess I gave him a handjob and a few blowjobs, but that's not sex." Another hundred pounds piled on her, burying her under folds of flesh and fat. She slid down to the ground to sit on her giant ass, her chubby legs having given out at last under the more than 600 pounds of weight on her.
"I guess you must have thought it was sex," Ty said. "deep down inside."
June sobbed hopelessly. She felt like a pile of fat with a head attached to it. That she was totally naked and exposed to Ty made it even worse. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from the world.
"I don't smell breakfast," Mark yelled as he came down the stairs. "Something wrong?" He walked into the kitchen to see a lumpy mass of flesh on the floor by the stove. "What the hell is that?" Mark said disgustedly, looking at his wife. June sobbed even more loudly.
"Good morning, Mark," Ty said. "I think it's your turn now."