Chapter 4 - 2 - post patty evaluation (p.1)

Sam, Clover, and Alex boarded the WHOOP jet, ready to unwind after a demanding mission. "...Thank goodness it's over. I swear, I feel like I need to hit the gym whenever I fight big men." Sam commented, zippering down her green spy suit, and switching into shirts and sweats.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Alex agreed, already clad in comfortable wear.

"Did you see how I handled them?" Clover boasted, removing the remainder of her attire. Her form quivered with each movement. "I've gotta say, I'm pretty strong," flexing her fat laden arms.

"Um, Clover, that's because you're pretty big y'know." Sam quipped. "Muscles twitch, not jiggle."

"So, if it wasn't for me, you all would be mush! I carried Bittersweet with my own two hands!"

"Sure, and she was thin as a toothpick!" Alex retorted.

A door opened from the end of the room, a mature brunette woman stepped out. "Clover? I'm Dr. Roberts, may I have a few minutes?"

Surprised, the obese spy attempted to cover her bountiful flesh for modesty, "S-Sure. I, um, need to get some proper clothes on."

"No need, actually I require you in underwear for examination. Once done, I'll get some clothes for your size. We'll be in the privacy of your own bedroom cabin."

Clover glanced her friends, grimacing to keep composure. She got the hint they were going to laugh very soon.
"So... what's this all about?" the big spy questioned, accompanying the lady into the rear rooms of the plane. The tight central hall induced claustrophobia, her swaying rear and hips bumped the walls with each step.

"I'm going to evaluate your health. Make sure you're not experiencing any side effects from Passion Patties. Don't worry, I'm not going to say anything about your size, it's not your fault. I'm going to check your heart rate, blood pressure, and breathing." Dr. Roberts opened the cabin door. "Step inside, and have a seat on the bed."

Shimmying inside and lowering herself, small cracking sounds echoed through the room. "Oh gosh... I'm so heavy." Clover voiced within. "I must weigh fifty billion pounds to make the bed squeal!"

The brunette doc closed the door, "Alright, I'm going to ask a few questions first." she lowered the pull-down bench and rest on it. "Since you consume a high volume of Passion Patties, tell me what you feel at the moment, physically, and mentally. Express yourself."

"What sorta question is that?" the blonde blurted.

"Exactly as stated, Clover."

"Alright... Um... okay... I feel big, large. Like the world has gotten smaller. Well, no I just got bigger. Oh! I feel so heavy, walking for a bit takes a toll. During the mission, I was forced to run. Uh, not again!"

"Alright, anything abnormal or extraordinary?"

"Oh! I got to wrestle people as big as me! Yeah, kicked their butts! Then I helped Bittersweet get a taste of her own medicine!"

"Uh-huh. We did hear reports of you carrying her as she was exposed to the sugar extract. It would seem like the cookies have not only expanded your waistline but your strength as well. Carrying another woman like that is quite a feat, especially if the weight on the person you held increases by the second." Dr. Roberts rose and planted her stethoscope onto Clover's back.

"Ow that's cold!" she complained.

"Take deep breaths, I'm listening to your lungs." the woman instructed. Upon completion of the test, "You're lungs sound healthy, as well as your heart. Excellent. Can you tell me about how you feel mentally? What emotions you felt recently?" she queried.

Clover inspected her bloated form, "I well...do I have to tell you?" she groaned.

"Yes. I need to know Passion Patties' effects on the mind. Your information helps us at WHOOP create a more effective antidote. With the findings from me and my colleagues, it can target and treat only the adverse changes."

"Okay. Whenever I see the cookies, I get this intense craving..."

"-As reported."

"...and it's, like powerful. I just wanna run and eat it all! Once I take a bite... I feel amazing, like all my problems disappear. But then I eat it all...and I'm kinda sad, frustrated even."

"Hm. Just like drugs, the cookies give you euphoria, thus leading to the desire for more."

"Yeah. I guess if you put it that way."

"Any other thoughts? Any harmful feelings, habits forming other than what you discussed?"

"My friends don't seem to appreciate what I've done recently..."

"Is that new?"

"No, I mean, I have my moments, but I try hard! They seem to think all this fat on me is my fault and is causing our mission to have hiccups and stuff..." Clover lowered her head in defeat and sighed, "I'm sorry... just a little frustrated. It's like they don't like me 'cus I'm fat, and couldn't control myself with the cookies."

"You don't have to worry too long, the antidote will be done soon, then you can return to your normal life. I'm sure they want what's best... they're trying to help."

"If you say so..."

"Would you say your increased size gave you confidence?"

"I guess a little. After those fights, I was empowered, despite me looking like a whale. Watching the patties melt in the factory, I figured they had 'nother one somewhere in the world."

"...and so you investigated?"

"Yeah, and I found a ton of stuff and reported it too! It felt great to do all the work myself."

"Alex and Sam were helping too?"

"I mean, not really, they just sat down and told me to do all the work 'cus I wanted to search more. I went around and looked in every room...and found some Passion Patties too!"

"Hm, interesting."

"Dr. Roberts, to be honest, in a way, I was hoping to find more Passion Patties."

"So, was your motivation for the cookies, or for 'doing the right thing'?"

"I mean yeah, I wanted to help out! Duh! But... I couldn't help but think... if I can get one more..."

"Alright. Enough of that, let me ask you this, do you worry about never having Passion Patties again?"


"No, not really. I mean, it's over. I'm more worried about missing out on school because of all this. Or worse, someone from there sees me."

"So, you don't have any cravings right now?"

"Kinda... I mean, not really."

The WHOOP doctor slid a Passion Patty from her coat pocket. With immediacy, Clover's attention moved to it. "How about now?"

"Gosh, you really had to do this to me?" the bed spanning blonde complained, enticed by the sweet treat. "I know, I'm not supposed to....but, can I have it!?"

"Nope. Just trying to see your reaction in real time," the doc threw the cookie in the trash.

"No!" Clover cried, attempting to rise to fetch the cookie. Her weight reminded her of the cookie's consequences. "...I'm sorry, doctor."

"It's okay, Clover. I was anticipating that reaction." Dr. Roberts looked at her watch, "Wow, we've talked for some time. I'm going to leave the room to document a few things, stay here in the meantime. It'll be a few minutes." Leaving the room, the physician grabbed the cookie in the trashcan and left Clover.

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