As the cold night passed by, so did the two fuzzy sleeping buddies. With the next few hours passing by in record time, dawn... dawned. Eliflin was the second to rise awake, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. "Mmngh... Morning already?" He groggily floated up, still half asleep. "Wait... wasn't there something special about today? Hmm... Uhh... OH YEAH!" He shouted as he reminded himself that the pink puff would make his return today. His cheerful attitude slowly dissipated after the sight he took in as he turned his head. "S-She ate everything..." Elfilin said, utterly terrified as he took in the 'battlefield's aftermath'. He was mesmerized, utterly mesmerized at the sight in front of him. Was this real? Surly not! The space muse slapped himself across the face to make sure, but sure enough, it was real. The sun's gentle rays shone upon the empty kitchen like that of a museum exhibit. Unlike a regular museum, this exhibit was no beauty. Instead, it was a sign of foraging and labor!
With a drawn-out groan from the space chinchilla, he finally decided that it was time to exit the humble-looking house, before noticing that one of Kirby's figurines lay on the floor; A side effect of Clawroline wiggling her generous behind in an attempt to get it through the door earlier this morning. As Elfilin picked it up to set it back with the rest, it just so happened to be a figurine of Clawroline herself. The space mouse stared at it for more time than he'd care to say, comparing the past and the present versions of her. This Clawroline was as thin as a rail. With an oversized head, twig-like limbs, and anatomy, with the only healthy-looking part of her frame being those signature thighs of hers.
It was as if this Clawroline was a distant memory. A memory of... terror... ruin... and... Depression. The space mouse reminisced about the adventure he and Kirby had embarked on all that time ago. The Beast Pack's breakout after the fate that Leon had succumbed to. Tears wailed in Elfilin's eyes as he tried to block out the events that transpired. Putting the figurine back with the rest, placing it back on the shelf, next to his magic sock, he took one final glance at it with confused eyes. "Oh, Ms. Clawrol... No... What happened to you... Carol..?" He whispered to himself as he exited the door, the sunlight shining upon the figurine as it was closed.
With a heavy feeling in his chest, he decided to sit in the grass, lying against the exterior walls next to Bandana Dee. "Looking for the kitty? She's over at the café if that helps." Bandana Dee said as he tapped his spear in a rhythm. Elfilin took a gander at the building to see the gluttonous leopard scarfing down some delicacies, while also taking in the aftermath of her late-night binge. Her face gained some added puffiness, with the leopard's cheeks being slightly more full and her chin becoming more prominent, scrunching up into a double as she lowered her head. Moving downward was her neck. It too grew soft and doughy, along with her arms. They sported an extra roll toward her shoulders while the rest of them widened a bit, along with her paws growing slightly wider as well.
The voluptuous feline's chest expanded by a good inch or two, filling up alluringly as they began to sag down, the tuft on her chest becoming more of a fashion accessory than a serious attempt to cover up her aforementioned breasts that ever so slightly touching her gut. Speaking of which, her tummy went from a swollen food baby to a soft, fluffy mound of hanging flesh that rested against her lap. It was now beginning to touch the edge of the table she was sitting at, spilling out to cover her lap like that of a blanket. Though it was difficult to tell due to her sitting down, her hips certainly broadened, swinging side to side with excitement as the ravenous leopard scarfed down the café's dishes with a look of pure bliss on her face. Moving downwards again was the feline's signature thighs, which to no one's surprise, had plumped up significantly. In fact, they were wider than both her chairs combined; spilling out beyond the edges of both, reaching to the top of the chair legs. They constantly rubbed against each other, resting the flab on top of one another like that of a sandwich. A very, very big sandwich.
Lastly, the purring feline's ass oozed through the bars of the chairs like they were locked in a cell. Like her thighs, they too spilled off the chairs, though not to the same degree as those tree trunks. With the leopard's now 362lb frame, the chairs strained. Somehow giving off a mournful creak of exhaustion, the obese leopard spared them with mercy as she gobbled down the last of her dishes, patting her belly with pride as if she accomplished a feat. As she rose, she put on a seductive face, putting her paws on her hips and walking to the Waddle Dee Theatre to put on her post-breakfast performance with a swagger of confidence.
"Hey, do you think Ms. Clawroline's..." Elfilin began as he was soon interrupted by the bandana-wearing waddle dee. "Yes." Bandana Dee bluntly said. "Y-Yeah! She looks so happy. As long as she's happy..." "You're happy. You've said it countlessly, you know?" He gave him a sly face. "Yes, well... The extra meat on her bones is good for her. She needs to begin a new phase in life. What could be better than a voluptuous, well-endowed leopard, right?" Elfilin chucked with a hint of concern in his voice. "Well, she's certainly better looking than she was a month or so ago, I'll give you that." Bandana Dee admitted as he laid down in the grass; the gentle spring breeze brushing across his face. "So, uh... Could you lend a paw here?" Elfilin nervously asked Bandana Dee with an uneasy smile. "That depends on the task at hand. Shoot me." He faced the teal-colored rodent with a wink.
"M-Ms. Clawroline may have... cleared out the entire kitchen last night. I was just wondering if-" "Wait! The ENTIRE kitchen!? Does that mean... the Strawberry Shortcake!?" Bandana Dee suddenly shouted, catching the space mouse by surprise. "Y-Yes? Is that a problem?" Elfilin nervously asked as he covered his mouth while shivering. The spear-wielding waddle dee quickly stood up, grabbing Elfilin and pulling him towards his face. "That was Kirby's cake! Do you know what happened the last time his cake got stolen!? He went on a rampage, chasing down some squad of rodent thieves whilst wiping out countless lives doing so! My family perished by a warp star!" He shouted as he screeched in the poor chinchilla's ears.
"C-Can't we just make a new one?" Elfilin shouted, terrified at Bandana Dee's behavior. "No! It's a Dreamland Delicacy! How do expect us to whip up a new one when we're not in Dreamland!? Only Chef Kawasaki is capable of such a dish!" Bandana Dee released the chinchilla as he climbed to the top of the town with a megaphone. "Attention! Emergency! Emergency! Operation Shortcake! Operation Shortcake!" He announced, suddenly freezing all residents of Waddle Dee town who weren't beasts. Not a second later, the former residents of Dreamland screamed and panicked frantically as Bandana Dee rushed over to the Café's owner. "D-Don't panic! We'll just disguise a car mouth cake as a strawberry shortcake! Yeah, he won't be able to tell the difference!" With some waddle dees bringing over the biggest strawberries they could find, while the worker dees attempted to reshape the cake to resemble the oh-so-important short variant.
"Aha! This one's perfect!" Bandana Dee exclaimed as he put the finishing touch on the cake. With the strawberry on top, the cake was as good as it could possibly be. while it wasn't exactly perfect, it was good enough to hopefully fool the pink puffball. The sound of smacking and gobbling could be heard from behind everyone as they saw Clawroline scarfing down the pile of scrumptious strawberries like it was a snack. "Mrrow?" She let out a confused meow while tilting her head, confused why the waddle dees suddenly left her performance, along with the chaos surrounding her. With a deep sigh from Bandana Dee, he walked over to Kirby's house, placing the cake inside the fridge, all while Clawroline licked her licks at the fluffy-looking sweet.
Time passed as the whole town awaited Kirby's return, uneasy if the squishy puffball would buy the act. The pink puff soon landed his warp star with a smile on his face, envisioning the delectable shortcake he was looking forward to. Something about him seemed off though... "Huh? What ability is that?" Elfilin questioned to himself. "That is Artist Kirby. He's capable of painting whatever he desires, provided that he has the paint to do it." A low-sounding voice said from behind. "G-Gah! W-Where'd you come from!?" Elfilin jumped back in surprise as he saw none other than Meta Knight. "That ability is not from this world. It is one from Popstar; the planet that lies between the rift." Meta Knight explained, seemingly ignoring Elfilin's question as he closed his cloak.
Kirby being Kirby, ignored the odd behavior of the town and sang and hummed in joy as he made his way inside his house, the townsfolk peering through the window with suspense. As the puff opened the fridge…
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