Chapter 2 - 1 - mission not yet accomplished (p.1)

The dynamic trio watches the enlarged grandmother-like Inga Bittersweet walk away, accompanied by WHOOP operatives.

"If only she used her baking skills to cook up good, instead of evil." the bulbous Jerry said.
The equally obese blonde Clover inserted, "You said it Jer," arms crossed.

"So, did you ever find out what's in the cookies?" the ginger Sam questioned.

"Some kind of highly concentrated sugar extract, anyone who tried Passion Patties was hooked right away," Jerry answered.

"...So is WHOOP working on an antidote?" the tan skinned, black-haired Alex voiced.

"As we speak... Hopefully, it'll stop the cravings and get rid of all this... fat." the intelligence man assured.

"Hopefully..." Clover blurted, as the group spectated WHOOP agents. "Hey, um... Jer?"

"Hm?"

"I was wondering if we should help out in cleaning up this mess."

Alex giggled, "... so you can eat more cookies before they are gone forever?"

The obese Clover grunted, "Um, no! I'm suggesting we should take a look around in the other parts of the building to see if there are more factories around."

"Whatever you say..." Sam injected.

"Girls, Clover does have a point. You three should investigate the western wing. There are offices that may prove her theory."

"Ugh, we just got done fighting... can we take a break? Look at all these men! Can't they do the dirty work?" Alex complained.

"We only have so many. They are ensuring the disposal of Passion Patties." Jerry cleared his throat, "You three should know, a mission isn't always over after the villain is defeated. I'm going to head back to WHOOP headquarters to assist with the antidote."

"Alright, Jerry. I guess we'll see you back in Cali." the black haired teen sighed.

"Bye!" Clover waved as Jerry lumbered away. With immediacy, the two skinny girls confronted her.

Sam then blurted, "Ugh, why did you suggest that! Now we can't go home yet!"

"Must be those cookies messing with your mind!" Alex poked Clovers protruding gut.

"Hey!" Clover swatted away, "I was doing the right thing! If you don't want to do it, then just, I dunno, go with Jerry!"
"Hey! We're a team. Despite our differences..." the redhead exhaled in disappointment, "...we have to do this. Let's go."

The spies navigated the complex, Alex and Sam walked side by side, peering for the offices. Clover hastily waddled, her eyes couldn't stop looking at the melting boxes of Passion Patties.
"Gosh... I'd kill to have one right now..." the blubbery blonde thought, huffing in exertion. She looked at herself, "I'm so huge, gee..." feeling her gut slap against her chafing thighs. "At least it seems like the cookies gave me extra strength, or else we'd be toast if it weren't for me." Clover's blue eyes studied her companions, "Alex and Sam always think I'm so dumb... or think the cookies are hypnotizing. Make fun of me all they want, but I know deep down, I'm the hero of this mission!" Clover patted her wide gelatinous sides, "Fat girl saves the day! Ha! Who would've thought!"

Eventually, the squad entered the offices, they're disappointed in the size. "Alright, this is lame. Just a couple of rooms!" Alex voiced in displeasure.

"That's a good thing. We don't have much to look through." Sam opened the first room, "Whoa, look at the massage chairs!" Four large leather therapy chairs rest within, televisions in front.

"Um... any machines? I don't wanna experience force feeding again?" the tan skinned girl questioned, investigating the room.
"Doesn't seem like it." Clover plopped herself onto a seat, sinking deeply due to her bulk. "Kinda wished it was in a way..." she thought, imagining force feeding herself.

Alex cleared her throat, "Of course you'd be sitting. Get up, Clover! This is your idea after all! In fact, how bout you go and investigate yourself. Only three other rooms, how hard can it be? Me and Sam should relax for once."

"Ugh. Fine. I knew you all didn't like my suggestion anyways!" Clover responded with angst.

"Well, I didn't think you'd agree... but alright. We'll be here then. Leave the door open, that way we can tell if you'd slacked off and eat more of those cookies." Sam relaxed, reclining her chair. "My arms are sore anyways."

"Me too." the yellow jumpsuit spy agreed, taking a rest.

Clover internally groaned, raising out of the seat and into the hall. "Fine. I see how it is, I'll be the one taking the credit... and who knows Jerry might even reward me for my smartness!" she said in her head. Moving to the room across, the fat teen cautiously opened the door, peeking in and pushing it open. Her corpulent frame grazed the frame, tearing a small hole in her tight jumpsuit. "I'm one cookie away from not being able to fit in doors... I need to be careful." Raising her swollen arm, she witnessed fatty flesh poke through. "UGH! Too late." The blonde inspected a computer in the room, lowering herself on a chair to use it. "Hm... let's see if there are more cookies being produced elsewhere..." Clover thought lustfully. Clicking through the applications, she quickly discovered the PC's purpose. "Accounting! Great. Well, I better at least send a report of it." pulling out her makeup transponder, she delivered the findings to Jerry. Investigating the file cabinets only resulted in more number crunching. Clover did not have any interest in the information.

Leaving the room, Sam queried the yellow haired spy, "Find anything interesting? You were talking in there?"

"Just a computer they use for managing money... nothing special. I reported it to Jerry for collection. Same with the papers there."

"Well, well, well, Clover's working her weight. Good job." Alex commented with sarcasm.
"Um. Thanks." the wide spy scoffed, "I'm going to the other rooms. Have fun..."

Clover waddled to the end of the hall to the remaining doors Opening the left, revealed an empty conference room. "Nothing," she sighed, closing the door. Loud chatting came from Alex and Sam's room. "What's going on?" the fat girl questioned, peeking around.

"Clover! We're watching the latest 'Celebrity Girls' episode. Can't believe they have it here!" the tan spy exclaimed.

"Oh." she returned to the end of the hall to check the final room. "Gee... I can hear it loud and clear...so much for being spies during a mission." Twisting the door handle and pushing, revealed a tuxedoed man at the end of the room.

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