It was morning when Clover woke up from her peaceful slumber. She slowly rose from the mattress on which she had fallen asleep the night before, moving away a cover that, most probably, her friend Frenchfry had placed on her during her sleep. As she woken up completely she stood from the ground, feeling rather winded by that alone, and saw herself in a different light from the previous day. As she stood up, still in the middle of the kitchen, she realized that she had grown from what she was used to remember.
As she looked around, finding the empty kitchen a strange vision indeed, she still looked at herself figuring out how big of a difference it was against what she was used to see of herself. Slowly she began to waddle out of the kitchen still deep in thought.
‘Strange…My breasts seems larger than before an also my paunch seems way bigger than usual.
Could it be that I’ve put on weight?
It’s true that yesterday I’ve done quite a bit of taste testing Frechfry’s recipes but, still…Mh…and yet, doesn’t seem to be nothing too big to handle.
Nothing a fitness girl like me can’t handle.
I’ll just do some training here and there and will quickly return to my normal.
Yeah…not more than a pound…or a pound and half, that’s for sure.’
As she waddled through the kitchen, going on with her inner monologue she couldn’t imagine that all those ideas were only lies fed to her by her mind. In fact, Clover had massively grown from the previous day. Her body bloated out in all directions, from her thighs, which were almost touching each other, forcing her to waddle around, to her arms which now sported definite bingo wings. Her belly had surged forward, overlapping on her suit, covering her lady parts, shaping up into a dome that reached right under her now massive breasts. These last were starting to lose their perkiness, forced to the side by her voluminous belly.
Her face hadn’t changed much, it had a second chin with a bit more definition to it, even though still it couldn’t be called that, but another part of her that had drastically changed were her hips and ass. Her hips had been covered in a thick stratum of blubber and her ass had started to jiggle at her every step. Yet, all this seemed to be hidden from her eyes, as it was reinforced from the fact that her red suit was still holding.
Poor Clover couldn’t face the truth that in almost one day she had passed from being 120 pounds to almost 250, if not even more, and, even though she knew that her suit was built of an extra elastic material, she seemed to ignore that fact, preferring to think that nothing major had changed within herself.
As she exited the kitchen she saw the familiar figure of Frenchfry, adding the finishing touched to one of the mess hall tables, as it was entirely covered with plates of breakfast food. Pancakes drowned in molter butter and maple syrup, Waffles covered in chocolate, large donuts covered in sprinkles and powdered sugar, cakes and much more. Clover soon felt her hunger stirring from the depths of her body and so didn’t waste a minute to move slowly toward the table. As soon as she was seated, Frenchfry took the liberty to wrap around her neck a large napkin and then motioned her to start her meal.
The girl didn’t have to be asked twice.
Rapidly she began gorging on the breakfast food, unknowingly consuming enough of it that could have lasted for a large family, and yet she seemed not to care for, once she started, she couldn’t manage to stop on her own. A bite out of the pancakes pile, smothering syrup and butter on her chin and then a forkful of waffles. Then she grabbed a donut and used it to collect some maple syrup from her plate, glazing it as a large part of it went in between her lips. A handful of bacon strips alongside with a mouthful of cookie dough ice cream. Messily, she began to clear out plate after plate, feeling herself reinvigorated as more and more food went down into her gullet.
And yet, she noticed, Frenchfry wasn’t replenishing the food on the table.
Curiously she turned her gaze toward him, noticing he had within his paws, yet again, another set of his cardboards frames.
‘Good Morning! Enjoy breakfast!
Today I wanted to look around the base
I’ve made plenty snack should we get hungry
But I think there is much fun to have around here.
Whe you finish we will go exploring.
For now, enjoy the meal!
It is important to have enough…if you want more just ask’
Clover nodded as soon as she finished reading and grunted positively as she kept shoveling fried bacon strips and greasy sausage in her mouth. It was a good idea, actually, she could jog beside Frenchfry as he explored and so she could manage to lose whatever had she gained from the previous day. Still, as she demolished an entire pan of apple fritters, she realized that most of the plates surrounding her were already empty but she was still a bit famished. Due to this, as she finished to chug down a pitcher of chocolate milkshake, she asked to her friend if he could prepare just a little bit more for her.
She didn’t want to spend too much calories during her jog and breakfast was, as they said, the best meal of all.
The alien cook simply smiled and, after having twirled into the kitchen, he came out of it bringing forward a large pan choked full of almost one pound of fried bacon strips, a similar quantity of greasy sausages and eight extra-large hotdogs. The girl smiled as she saw all those goodies coming toward her and quickly put her maw to work on them, clearing away the pan in a record time.
As soon as she was done with her ‘breakfast’ she collapsed against the back of the chair she was seated on, breathing deeply as she recovered from her meal, her belly bloated and hard as a rock as it had take once again its classical dome-like appearance.
Still, a few minutes later, as her belly rumbled as it began the hard task of digesting the humongous meal she had, she began walking beside her friend as they moved deeply into the base, all thoughts of jogging cleared from her mind.
Frenchfry, in truth had already explored the place and, during the night, had managed to change quite a few of the devices that were sitting around for the comfort and the relaxation of the personnel that, seemingly, had to be there for work.
As the pair walked/waddled around, they soon passed several rooms which appeared interesting, although quaint, to the blonde overfed girl. As they moved through the base she saw a room called ‘Arcade Games’ which seemed full of the usual assortment of videogames, although these seemed to be more food related than anything else.
Then she saw the signs for a pool, along with a steam room and a relax room. These three seemed interesting enough, although the pool didn’t seem to be filled with water but with a rather brownish liquid, still she couldn’t say for sure as they didn’t enter the room, preferring to explore some more before deciding.
The next section of the base seemed to be reminiscent of a common country fair, there were booths with games and stands for classic food as corndogs and popcorn. Some of the game’s booths had a strange design to them and they intrigued her a bit, so she promised herself to go there when she had a bit of time. Finally they stopped to think on what they were going to do beside what appeared to be a room full of eerily looking chairs which had a metal helmet on top and various tubes coming in and out of it, the room was marked as ‘Web Café’ so she thought that they had to be some kind of internet browsing seats.
Yet, as they stopped on a bench, Clover felt her belly grumbling and before she could say anything a quite large meatball sub appeared in front of her. As she began munching on it, she looked at her friend trying to understand which room he wanted to check first.
Frenchfry looked gleefully at the girl beside him, all it had took for her to start eating anew was barely fifteen minutes of walking around. He smirked as he saw that she was also starting to sweat a bit and so he decided which room was going to be the best to let her ravenous hunger and unbridled gluttony to go free or maybe he could bring her deeper and see what else awaited them there?
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