Chapter 3 - 1 - mission not yet accomplished (p.2)

"SHH!" he pulled out a taser, aiming it directly at Clover. "Come in quietly, you scared me!"

"Excuse-"

" -I said be quiet! There are still watching!" the well-dressed guy pointed to a camera in the corner of the room. The obese teen nodded and closed the door behind her. "Good." He lowered his weapon. "You must be Clover. Nice to meet you."

"Hold on a minute? You WHOOP?"

"Yes. I am. But that doesn't matter." he moved to her, "My name is Markus... I lied about the camera by the way." stopping within arms reach. His height was apparent by Clover's raising of her chubby head for eye contact.

"Grr... Why are you here? I thought we're the only ones searching the office."

"If I told you, I would be compromised. It's a private mission."

"What? Private mission? Jerry and the boys don't assign stuff like those."

Markus ambled to the other side of the room, returning with a brown unlabeled box. "Can't tell you more. I must go. For the sake of your safety."

Clover impeded with her large body, "You're not going anywhere without telling me. If you don't, I'll stop and report you."

The WHOOP agent grumbled, "Fine. Besides, I'm compromised with you. Should've locked that door. He placed the box on the table. Cutting it open, revealed multiple boxes of Passion Patties.

"Cookies? You're here for the cookies?" Clover muttered, her lip moistening. She gazed at the man's fit body, "You haven't eaten them yet? You should! They're amazing!" She shook her head, "No, why are you stealing them?"


"Because..." Markus pulled a box out and extracted a cookie. "These cookies have potential. WHOOP will destroy what Inga Bittersweet has worked on all of her life."

"Ah ha! You're a double agent! I knew it!" Clover clenched her fists.

"Wait! Let me finish. This morsel in my hand is addictive... I can see your eyes lust for it."

"Y-yeah..." Clover licked her lips.

"I'm not with that crazy lady. Nor I have aspirations of world domination. I'm just a... future salesman."

"Salesman? You...you going to produce your own Passion Patties?"

"Exactly." he wafted the morsel in front of her eyes. "Don't you want to see them return someday?"

"Um...Um..." the decision weighed heavy as her body, but before she could respond, the patty slid down her gullet. The red spy moaned as her taste buds were assaulted by the powerful flavors. "I...I do," she whispered.

"Thought so..." the man drew close with another cookie, ready to feed. "Here," placing his hand on the exposed skin bulging out of Clover's suit.

"My gosh, this is heavenly!" Clover thought, eyes rolled up. "What's this... his hand on me!" she recoiled back. Then muttered, "Alright, I see what you're trying to do!"

"I was giving you a sample of the future, Clover. And guess what, with WHOOP creating an antidote, you can fix your weight anytime, all the while enjoying what you love most." Markus held a cookie in the palm of his hands. "I'll be selling the cookies AND the antidote! Do you understand why I'm doing this?"

"You...you're going to be filthy rich..."

"No, we're going to be rich." the agent held Clover's hand, still clutching the cookie in the other. " I have ways around WHOOP to get everything I need. In fact, I'll be moving to Beverly Hills where I will be setting up my new business."

Clover grabbed the cookie and consumed it, "You are? But... you're going to get caught. If not, you'll end up just like Bittersweet."

Markus picked up the Passion Patties box, "No, I don't plan on being like her. In fact, I have a discreet way of selling. The internet. The cookies will leave my factory..." he presented the sweets to Clover, "...and to the customer's doorstep."

She grabbed the box and munched its contents. "So... you're going to be all secret with this?" her mouth dripping of cookie crumbs.

"Oh yes. In fact, selling the cookies with the antidote together won't make a difference in people's waistlines, therefore WHOOP will not have a reason to investigate. And if they do, I'll be still deep within the organization, diverting attention away.

"I see..." the fattening girl dropped the empty box, "Can I have another?" Markus obliged, her jumpsuit tearing further by the seam. "Yes!"

"Clover, I need you." the man admitted, eyes twinkling. His words stopped the blonde's consumption.

"Wha?"

" With another set of eyes in WHOOP, you can help me too. We'll set this up together! In a couple of months, we'll be on our way. The spy stuff... you wouldn't have to do it anymore. You can enjoy a normal life... shopping, getting suntans, and eating delicious cookies!

"My friends... WHOOP..." Clover mumbled, biting another cookie.
"It's your choice. You can stay. But when you get older, you'll need to have a career of your own... think about it, Clover."

Despite being overwhelmed by the sweet treats, the girl considered Markus' words. "He's right... I only have so much high school left. Then college. On top of all the spy stuff. But... If I help him, I wouldn't have to worry about school! I could do whatever I want because I'll be rich!" Her blue eyes looked at the box, "The cookies are going to sell. The antidote too. He's totally right!"

"If you want to have a cookie filled, work free future, then let me go. I will see you in a weeks time when you get out of school, we'll even go on a date."

"A date?" Clover's attention diverted to the tall agent's face, his chiseled jaw and hazel eyes screamed 'hunk!'. "Y-yes! I'll help! We'll do this together!" Without warning, the morbidly obese blonde smothered him, pinning to the ground. "Yes! Yes!" she grinned, her jumpsuit destroying further, exposing her belly.

Clover moaned internally, "Oh god, he's definitely a stud! I can feel his abs!"

"Um. You can release me now..."

"Oh, sorry! Just got a little excited for the future..." the elephantine spy wobbled off with difficulty. "...I can't wait till we meet again!"

"Me too. One week, after school. I'll be waiting... and you'll be skinny by then too." Markus dusted off his clothes and resealed the box. "I have everything I need here, plans, ingredients..."

"Hey, you promise you'll return?"

"Yes. I promise." he opened the window, "Oh, on the desk is a financial statement letter. It links a couple of millionaires to funding Inga's evil plans. You should present that information, as an 'thank you' for our little meeting."

"Yes, got it." Clover shivered as the arctic air rushed through her torn suit.

"Oh and take the empty Passion Patties boxes with you, so you have an appropriate reason for your... wardrobe malfunction."

She looked down, her globular, drooping stomach flopped freely. "Yeah..." rubbing her hair in embarrassment.

"Take care, Clover. Remember, one week." Markus crawled out of the building, closing the window upon exit.


"Oh, he's so charming!" the incredibly fat spy thought. The door swung open, startling her.

"Clover..." Sam called. The blonde rushed over to the desk, picking up the envelope. "...We hadn't heard from you-" the other girls stepped in, viewing Clover in her exposed form.

Alex blurted, "I knew you couldn't help yourself! Gee... you've grown out of your suit again!"

The heavyweight's face turned cherry red in humiliation, "I know but I've found something important! Look!"

Sam picked up the letter, scanning through, "...Howard Newman, Vincent Bowes... these people funded Inga Bittersweet?

"Yes. I found it, all by myself." Clover crossed her sandbag arms.

"Among other things..." Alex joked, picking up the empty cookie boxes. "Did you find any clues of another factory?"

"No... if anything the computers here will have it. I think the cyber boys can handle that." Clover answered, pulling out her transponder.

"Yes, Clover?" Jerry greeted through the mini screen.

"Jer, we've searched through the offices and found a letter. It connects a few rich people to Inga Bittersweet."

"Oh, excellent! We'll look into it. Meanwhile, I think it's time for you girls to go home. Your jet is being prepped as we speak. There is an SUV outside that will take you to the airport."

"Great!" Sam said in glee.

"Oh, and Clover, since you've been exposed to Passion Patties, a WHOOP Doctor will be on the plane to check you," he added. "I look forward to seeing you all soon."

"Thanks, Jerry!" Alex bid farewell as Clover closed the makeup device.

"Let's go girls. Good work!" Sam congratulated. The trio of spies departed, exiting the building through the office.

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