When she was done filling Clover up she was the same size Alex was.
Bittersweet released the restraints on Clover and cranked up the operating table, just as she had done with Alex. Clover slid off the table and onto the floor. Her spherical body had almost outgrown her legs, causing to bounce once on her rounded bottom before coming to a stop.
Dr Bittersweet was still laughing her head off as she watched Clover try to adapt to her new situation. Clover had landed on her stomach. She tried to move, but all she could to was flap her hands uselessly at her sides and kick her feet, not that her feet could touch the ground now anyway
"You really have to cut out the snacks darling." Bittersweet repeated mockingly, and she moved to the front to get a good look of Clover's pudgy face. She shoved a cookie into Clovers mouth and watched as Clover became as dizzy and tired as she was before.
Bittersweet rolled Clover next to where the now delirious Alex stood eating cookie after cookie from the Feeder. Bittersweet turned of the Feeder and made a quick inspection of Alex's face. Her dull, unfocused gaze along with her agape, drool covered mouth told her that she too was now under her influence.
Looking at the two beach balls that were once her greatest enemies, Bittersweet decides to...
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