Chapter 5 - 2 - post patty evaluation (p.2)

"Gosh, I'm such a wreck! I'm super fat...and a crazy addict!" the teen spy thought, wallowing in sadness. Her eyes caught wind of a body sized mirror mounted on the door. Shuffling her wide frame, she moved into view. "I'm huge! Even from this far, I can't even see my whole body!" Clover rocked back and forth in the bed to stand. "Oof, gee..."

Now up, the reflection made her oversized features like a house of mirrors. A cold feeling on her belly button startled her. "My stomach...did it just touch the mirror? It did! It's bigger than I thought!" whispering to the reflection. Viewing down, a lengthy valley of cleavage presented itself, pressed together by the black multi-XL sports bra. From there she witnessed the mound that is her lower abdomen, bulging outwards and resting on the thighs like an apron.

"I never thought I looked this fat. The suit covered everything and made me look slimmer!" The teen inferred within. Next, she observed her arms, "It just hangs..." Twisting a limb, sent waves and ripples. "But somehow... I'm able to lift heavy stuff?" Her blue eyes looked at her enormous love handles on the sides, rolling into a fold of fat attached to the back. "My skin just folds like that?" Curious, she grazed her fingers on the fold, "That tickles!" Shifting to the side, Clover witnessed the multitude of flabby dips on her back. "My butt is absolutely huge!" Her rear jutted out like a shelf. Grabbing it, her hand is tiny in scale. "Look at it jiggle! Ahhh!" the multi-foot wide blonde wobbled her butt playfully, with a entertained face. "Gosh, this is ridiculous. I shouldn't be having fun like this, I'm as big as an elephant!"

Stepping back, Clover viewed her equally oversized lower body. "I've got to be wider than tall..." she complained under her breath, "I almost couldn't fit in the door! Even looking myself sideways like this... gosh." Facing forward, her thighs kissed despite spreading them as far as she physically could. "My legs are so big, and I got cankles too!" She then heard footsteps approaching, plopping herself back on the twin sized bed.

The door handle twisted, the doctor pushed a small cart into the cramped room. She removed a scale and placed it on the floor. "Alright Clover, can you please stand up, and step on the weighing scale."

The big girl gulped and internally screamed, "No-no-no! Not this! I'm so fat... I don't even wanna know how heavy I am!"

"I understand the scale can be an intimidating thing. Don't sweat, it's only temporary. You're not going to be like this forever." Dr. Roberts encouraged.

"O-okay..." Clover nodded, attempting to get out of bed. "C-can you help me?" holding her arm out for assistance.

"Sure." The WHOOP doc pulled her up. The enlarged teenager stepped onto the scale, dreading the worst. "Four hundred and fifteen pounds."

"Really? Gosh, I never knew people can weigh this much... I really have become a whale."

"As I said, it's temporary. You can have a seat now. I'm going to get your blood pressure, oxygen percentage, and heart rate." Dr. Roberts informed, pulling the cart close to perform the task. "Alright Clover, your Blood pressure is one nineteen over sixty-one. Oxygen, one hundred, and heart rate of seventy-two."

"Isn't that good? Right?"

"Yes, that is. In fact, impressive even. You're still young, but being a person that size, comes with complications... perhaps the Passion Patties alleviates the issues that come from extreme obesity. If that's true, then I must say, it's a medical marvel. More testing needs to be done before we can come to that conclusion."

Clover grinned with excitement, "So I'm not gonna die being this big?"
"In theory, no. However, who knows what the long term effects of Passion Patties. Being over three times the regular weight comes with bone and joint problems later in life. The curious thing is, you've managed to gain strength, therefore there might be a possibility your bones and joints are improved as well.


"So I can give the excuse that I'm big boned?" the underwear-clad girl laughed.

"Well, sure... medically speaking. But that's a big if. We would need to do some internal scans of your body first."

Clover's face lit with excitement, "Oh! Can I volunteer for it? I'm curious too!"

"I suppose. Once we land, we'll escort you to WHOOP headquarters for boarding. You'll be staying with us until the antidote is complete. Then once you're back to normal, you may leave."

"What about school? My friends?"

"Don't worry, you'll have the proper excuses. You should know we'd take care of that by now. Think of it as a school break."

"Oh. If that's the case, then hooray for me!" the yellow-haired spy clapped. "You finished Dr. Roberts?"

"For now. Oh, and call me Kathy. I'm your personal physician until your body is back to normal." She removed a hanging bag from the cart, handing it to the over four hundred pound teen. "Here, a shirt, sweatpants, and underwear for your current size. Unfortunately, some of our agents had Passion Patties as well. Now we have all sorts of extra large sizes to accommodate." If you ever need me, I'll be next door in cabin D. The doctor packed up and prepared to depart.

"Kathy..."

"H m?"

"Thank you." Clover smiled.

The lady reciprocated, "No problem, take care." Rolling the small cart into the hall, closing the door.

Now alone, Clover heaved a tired sigh, "Thank goodness I'm alone." Opening the bag's contents revealed a plain white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, a white sports bra, and panties. "So much for fashion... couldn't even bother with looking pretty." The words inspired her to look in the mirror once more, focusing on the face. The highschooler adjusted her short blonde hair, flicking it playfully. "At least my hair is the only normal thing. My face is so plump, so is my chin... it's like it rounded out with my neck, making it huge. I suppose it could be worse - like having a full-blown double chin like those workers at the factory. With a bit of makeup, I can make do... heck, I still look cute, right?" her attention drew lower, "Not with this humongous body!"

"It's only temporary Clover...temporary," she said to herself, heaving her legs into bed. "At least we're out that freezing country," looking out the circular window. Her incredible bulk pressed against the wall, too wide for the bunk. "Gee... how am I gonna sleep like this? We're gonna be flying for a long time." A knock on the cabin door surprised Clover, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Sam. Can I come in?"

"Yes, Sam." Clover sat up.

The ginger opened the door and entered the tight quarters, taking a seat on the bench, "I came to check on you... you've been gone for some time."

"Dr. Robers just got done... I'm gonna change in a moment. But right now, I'm relaxing, saying bye-bye to Iceland."

Sam glanced sympathetically, "Hey... I also came to apologize."

"For what?"

"Giving you such a hard time earlier. This spy stuff... it's too much sometimes. Me and Alex talked, and well, I feel like we've failed at being a team during parts of the mission. In some ways, I feel responsible for letting you get this-"

"-It's okay Sam, it's not your fault. I ate one too many cookies, okay? Everything will be fixed."

"Yeah, but I mean, we were being rough on you because of that. I know eating them made you addicted, but still, we should've helped you more."

"It's fine, I'm okay. You have nothing to worry about." Clover pushed her legs off the bed. "Like I said, if I hadn't gotten big, we would've been overwhelmed." she smiled.

"You're right, I suppose your size does have its benefits. If I was one of them, I surely wouldn't mess with you!"

The obese blonde giggled, "Don't mess with 'Big C'!" She posed like a bodybuilder.

"Ha! Yeah, don't mess with her!" Sam joked, "Anyways, we're gonna have dinner in a bit. They prepared pizza for our in-flight meal."

"Good, I'm starving..." Clover agreed, pulling the shirt from the bag.

The long-haired friend stood, "Need a little help?"

"I think I got it. Thanks. Besides, I'm gonna be like this for a little while, best for me to get used to it." she slid on the shirt, accidentally bumping Sam with her heavy tummy. "Sorry."

"You're fine... Hey, I was wondering, what did that doctor say to you?"

"Um, well, she asked me a bunch of stupid questions, then checked stuff like blood pressure."

"...and?"

"I'm perfectly healthy!" Clover gleefully voiced, "Oh, hey, could you move a bit, I feel like I'm gonna need a bit more room to put these sweats on."


"That's great!" the ginger stepped aside, spectating Clover's attempt.

"Gosh... having a big thing hanging like this hanging from you..." she widened her stance and bent over. Grunting with effort, she slid her swollen feet through the pant holes. "...I don't know how big people live." Clover's face blushed red, pulling the bottoms up, stopping just underneath her apron belly. "What size is this?" she asked Sam.

"Um... can't tell you're big butt's in the way. Obviously, it's over an extra large..."

The tubby blonde raised the sweatpants higher, covering her rear, but failing to go over the bulbous stomach. "Ugh my stomach just hangs!" she flailed her sandbag arms in defeat. "It'll have to do."

"Well, I mean, look on the bright side, It's gonna be fixed with the antidote. And you'll be out of school too!"

"Thank goodness... can't imagine what they'd think of me being this huge. Where's the pizza?"

"In the front, hot and ready." Sam opened the door.

"Let's go."