Lying back on the couch was a relatively normal looking Clover with her head back and a box of crackers over turned above her mouth. Clover was relatively normal if you looked at her from the chest up because below her chest was a big, sagging paunch that was bigger then a beach ball. Sam and Alex were transfixed on their friend’s gut, a pure ball of flesh that pushed Clovers shirt off her stomach and sag between her thighs. The skin colored globe groaned loudly, wobbling slightly as it growled. Clover shook the box of crackers over her head, getting the last crumbs on the tip of her tongue. Throwing the box over her shoulder, she turned to her friends with a sad look.

“We’re all out of food,” she whimpered, her lower lip twitching as tears formed in her eyes.

“I can imagine,” Alex muttered as she looked towards the kitchen. Cabinets were open, empty boxes were scattered all over the floor and no doubt the fridge was completely bare. Alex turned back to Clover to see her pulling herself up off the couch. Her stomach jiggled up and down as she righted herself, before settling down once she was up. Clover started to leave, but Sam and Alex blocked her path.

“Where do you think your going?” Sam edgily asked, looking at her friend with worry. This was definitely not normal behavior, even for Clover. The last time she gorged herself like this was when she became addicted to the villainous Bitter Sweets deserts, but unlike that time, when she only hungered for Bitter Sweets deserts, Clover looked hungry for everything.

“To the store to pick up some more food. We need Twinkies, doughnuts, cheery pies, chocolate bars, deep fried chicken, and beef, lots and lots of beef. I don’t know why, but I really feel like meat all of a sudden.”

Alex and Sam were a little unnerved by Clover right then. Not by her proclamation that she wanted meat, but by how she said it while looking at them and licking her lips.

“Clover, there’s something wrong with you!” Alex exclaimed, pointing at her friend’s huge, bouncing belly. “Normal people don’t stuff themselves until they looks like that.”

“Like what? I don’t see anything wrong with me.” Clover looked down at herself, checking if anything was wrong. She looked at her chest then her sides and then her legs. She even tried to look behind her to see if anything was wrong with her butt, but saw nothing. Clover looked back at her friends befuddled and shrugged, having no clue what they were talking about.

“You can’t be serious?” Sam groaned, finding it completely unimaginable that Clover could miss her own fat belly. Clover looked completely serious. Correction, completely serious and anxious. She licked her lips again, eyeing the way out of the house. She was getting hungry again and it was only getting worse the more time she spent standing there.

“Guys, move it! I need to get something to eat!” Clover said and tried to move through her friends, but they stood strong and blocked her way. Sam placed a hand on Clover’s shoulder and tried talking to her understandingly.

“Clover, we have to sit down and talk about this. Have you eaten anything strange lately? Have you used any strange devices? Felt in anyway different then you normally….”

Clover stopped listen, the sound of her own heart beating filled her ears as her stomach squeezed the food inside and demanded more. It wasn’t enough that it was filled with food, it needed something bigger, meatier. Her vision blurred and her body stiffened, Clover could feel herself losing control of her body and mind. All she could think about was filling herself up with something different then the food she’d eaten. Clover’s eyes narrowed on her friends, she had to eat something, right now!