Chapter 51 - 23 - epilogue (pt.2)

The two promptly left the office, with Jerry leading the way out of the building. The calming evening sky poetically reflected Clover’s experience over the past couple of days. Following her superior, she took one last look at the signature ‘W’ shaped building - and the end of an important chapter of her life. On the street, a familiar SUV sat idle, alongside an equally recognizable face. The tall, tuxedoed driver, Harry stood outside the driver side door, awaiting their arrival.

“Ah, Jerry, it’s a pleasure to meet you in person!” the man spoke in a friendly tone, shaking his hand. “...Clover? Is that you?” tilting his sunglasses to confirm.

Just as she was about to give him some choice words, Jerry spoke first, “Likewise, Harry. Indeed this is Clover.”

“Uh, yeah? It’s me alright, how can you not tell?” the fit girl dully said.

“My apologies, Jerry, Clover. I was the one to transport her party yesterday around. Clearly there has been a change in appearance… to say the least,” the chauffeur checked out her svelte figure. “You’re looking good, this evening.”

“Well, I guess it’s a coincidence that you’ll have another opportunity to transport her,” the elder gentleman affirmed. He faced Clover, “I am thrilled to see you heading home, Clover. Anytime a spy or agent is injured or affected by a mission, I feel personally obligated to right that wrong. Go see your family, you’re a highschool student first and foremost. Enjoy the time off, and I’ll be looking forward to see you again next mission.”

Clover nodded solemnly, “Thanks Jer… I really mean it,” she surprised him with a powerful hug.


Jerry almost smiled, maintaining his professional demeanor, “You’re welcome, Clover. Let’s get you going,” he opened the vehicle’s door. “You drive safely Harry, and have a pleasant evening.” The yellow haired spy climbed in and had a seat, the driver followed suit. The car’s engine revved, accelerating away from WHOOP HQ, with Jerry waving them off.
“You’ll be home in about fifteen minutes. Are you comfortable, Clover?” Harry inquired.

“Yes. Everything’s fine,” she answered, staring through the window, watching the city pass by.

“So, WHOOP found a way to get you back to normal, huh?”

“Yes, they’ve made an antidote undoing all this fatness that was on me.”

“You seem to be a bit different.”

The words caught her attention, “What do you mean, ‘different?’

“You seem to be a bit high-strung… I can recognize your more ‘active’ body language. I distinctly remember how calm and happy you were, a couple of dress sizes larger.”

“No way, I’m perfectly fine! Where are you getting that?” she insecurly expressed.

“Years of being a professional transporter, you have to recognize the body language of your constituents - and any surrounding people. With you it’s a night and day difference… I hope my words don’t offend, Clover.”

The eighteen-year-old absorbed his criticism, and flashed back to a day prior. “I did have a lot of fun yesterday…” admitting quietly.

“Why seem ashamed of it?”

“It’s well…” the girl paused, “...I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Bottling up your problems will only make things worse. I am just a driver. It is my duty to keep my passengers safe and happy. Anything said in this vehicle will stay here. You have my word, and reputation. However, I will honor your silence, and remain that way for the rest of the journey.”

Clover remained quiet, deep in thought. She realized that there was semblance of pleasure and satisfaction her super-sized body provided. From eating gourmet food, wearing her favorite dress, and playing with her loose flab. She’ll never experience those her present form. But with the surreal reflections, comes immediate regret. To her, Passion Patties were the causality of it all. Throughout the short time as a 122 pound teen, constant reminders caused her to think back at the more calm, lazy, and fat times, where she had not a care in the world.

For the rest of the trip, only the muffled sounds of the SUV and outside occupied the time. Harry pulled into Clover’s Beverly Hills mansion, parking as close to the entrance as possible. “Here we are!” announcing while unbuckling his seatbelt. “What a fine property!” he opened the door, and moved to let the passenger out.

“Home sweet home…” Clover uttered, clutching her bag tightly. “Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem! You take care of yourself, Clover,” Harry insisted, returning to his wheel.

“Wait!” Clover knocked on the window.

He lowered it to respond, “Hm? Forget something?”

“Um, this may seem silly… but I didn’t get your number.”

“Ah, well…” the well mannered man extracted a small calling card, passing it to her. “Here’s all you need. Call me with the number listed is the best way to be in contact. I hope someday you’ll will,” he winked.

“Yeah, yeah… I have a friend who could use your help. I’ll refer you to him. Thanks, Harry. I’ll be seeing you later.”

“Likewise, take care!” the driver closed up, and reversed out of the driveway.

“Thank goodness…” Clover heaved a sigh of relief, walking to the front door.

Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, “Oh my god! Clover!” an excited motherly voice cried out.

“Stella, is she here!?”

“Paul, she’s back!”

Upon stepping foot inside, the parents simultaneously hugged her. “Mom, dad...I’ve missed you all so much!” a tear ran down the teen’s eye.

“We’ve missed you too!” the mother joyfully said. “We’ve heard what happened, and I knew my precious Clover is in good hands…but thank goodness you’re back safe and sound!”

“I came home from my business trip early after hearing what happened,” the middle aged father said. “Let me get your belongings, you must be so tired.” he picked up Clover’s bag. “A beach bag? I thought you were in witness protection, not vacation?” he chuckled.

“Well, it’s inconspicuous. They told me not to answer anything related to what happened.” Clover responded.

“I’ll take it to your room. Is there anything else?”

“Nope, that’s all.”

The motherly Stella adjusted her daughter’s short hair, “It seems you’ve been without your beauty supplies for too long… look at how unkempt your hair is!”

“Mom, it was so annoying...they had these cheap soap and combs! I just got frustrated and gave up trying to keep up.”

“It’s alright, you hungry? I made some steamed broccoli and grilled chicken for dinner.”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“Uh, Clover!” Paul called from upstairs. “I think you may have the wrong bag…”

“Oh crap!” the spy internally cursed and ran up the curved staircase. Upon reaching her large, fabulously decorated pink and purple bedroom, her father stood at the bedside, holding the multi extra large dress out.

“Clover? Um, you probably need to make a phone call… just who’s is this?” he muttered, inspecting the article.

“Um, that-that’s-”

“-what’s going on?” the older blonde stepped in with concern. Upon visualizing the incredibly oversized clothing, “Clover, did you bother looking at what you have before going?” she interrogated.

“Uh, no? They said it was mine!”

“Well, now you gotta call this WHOP and sort it out. Since you’ve been there, you’ll have to do it yourself!” she scolded, taking the beautiful one-piece out of the husband’s possession. “This dress is magnificent, but who in their right mind would allow themselves to get this big?” folding and dropping the piece of clothing on the purple, circular bed.

“That’s what I’m saying,” the father agreed.

“Okay, fine! I’ll deal with it, can you give me some privacy… I’ve had a really rough couple of days, and I just want to rest.”

Stella’s demeanor transformed into sympathy, “Aww, Clover, we’re just concerned… that’s all. We’ll let you be for now, come, let’s go back to watching National Singing Idol.” she gestured to the father.”

“Good, I don’t want to miss the last girl, she’s gonna be good!” the parents walked out of the bedroom, leaving Clover alone.

With the door closed, Clover shook her head in annoyance. “Oh, mom and dad…” picking up the dress, “Glad they don’t know any better…” she grabbed the other set of clothes from the beach bag and stepped in her walk in closet. Turning on the light, revealed a room filled to the brim with outfits for all season, and occasions. The skinny teenager neatly hung her ‘fat girl’ wear in an isolated corner. “Maybe someday I’ll give it to someone who needs to feel pretty…” she spoke under her breath.

As she hung the yellow and white dress, the memory of Markus’ date flashed in a vivid daydream. Clover smiled, and let it be, the excessive fabric could be easily noticed by her eye - a reminder of one of the happiest days of her life. She stepped out and closed the closet door. Digging up the cheap phone given by her lover, she clutched it against her chest and plopped on her large bed.

“Oh Markus, let’s make our dreams come true!”

|Post-Passion Patties END|

|To be continued…|

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Author’s note:

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