Chapter 3 - wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff

With every attempt to find her time machine and possibly escape failing, Professor Rose at least decided she could manage her diet a bit better, refusing to eat any of the fruit from the meadow and instead eating the fish from the river behind the fruit trees, cooking it on a stick over a fire. The first day she had her campfire roasted fish, the chubboi were excited to see see something new, but were still cautious, since none of them seemed to have ever seen meat, cooked food or even a fire. The second day they realized it was something they could eat and wanted to try some and on the third she had to go from using a spear to catch 2 for herself and had to start using a net to catch one for all of them.

“It’s about time these heathens got a little protein,” she thought. On top of the new diet, with her adjusted measurements, she’d created something that gave her some kind of coverage, making a bra out of the the material that covered the beds and using a few robes the chubboi had left lying around to make a skirt. Her fat belly was still exposed and the skirt was still a bit too short and there weren’t any kind of underwear, but it was still better than what she had before. She had something a bit more elaborate started, but had to scrap it with her recent weight gain.

Elsa shot awake, drenched in sweat, more than what she’d normally be from the heat anyway. She new she had some horrible dream, but she couldn’t remember it. Even though it was a blank memory, it still petrified her.

The sleeping quarters were empty, she always woke up later than the rest of them. She grabbed her spear to catch some breakfast, since she was going to wash in the river anyway.

She walked passed all the chubboi, fattening themselves on that fruit, and they’d still expect some fish to go around. Poor faata waddled after her, leaving her half finished feast to the others. Elsa had been conservative with what she’d been eating and was still 30 pounds heavier, Faata had been gorging herself like the rest of them and was starting to become worryingly huge. She was already fat before, but she was starting to get to the point of not being able to function. A week ago she was in the middle as far as all their weights go, now she was getting close to being one of the fattest there.

When she’d finally caught up to Elsa, all the weight Faata was carrying was clearly taking its toll, as she panted and sweat poured from her pale orange skin. She looked up to the professor and didn’t need to say “carry me.” Because they’d done this routine almost everyday. Elsa bent over and barely managed to get her arms around her

“Dammit, if you get any bigger, I’ll just start rolling you.” She said.

Faata mimicked her,” D A - M I T.”

Elsa laughed, Faata wasn’t necessarily curious about English, neither were the rest of the chubboi, but she had a habit of repeating any curse that the professor said. In just a week, she was shouting shit, fuck and bitch at any slight inconvenience. Her laughter was cut short, by the 200 pound elf in her arms. The only reason she managed was because it was only a few yards to the river.

Elsa waded into the water and set the bowling ball she was carrying on the shore. Faata removed her robe and joined her. Elsa looked down at this fat little thing she’d almost grown attached to. She looked so swollen, not just fat, but it was like her body was full.

The professor sighed,” you’re going on a diet.” She’d seen how some of the other Chubboi could were somehow even bigger than Faata.

The professor thought while she waited for a fish to swim into her sites. “ I know how fat they can get, I’ve seen them so fat I wouldn’t be surprised if they can’t walk, but why aren’t they all fat like that, if they get that huge in a couple weeks, then they all should be like that, unless something happens to the really fat ones, but where... where the hell are all the fish...” With nobody fishing or any kind of predators, the river had been over flowing with fish, just yesterday. The Chubboi couldn’t have devoured them all, they can barely do anything for themselves. She looked at Faata, oblivious to everything, and a grim realization came over the professor. She began to understand everything. She ran out of the river and to the meadow. She looked at all of them, across the meadow, getting fatter and fatter and fatter, and the fattest disappear.

“Somebody is farming them,” she thought,” somebody comes here at night and replaces the robes and the fruit. They killed the fish, and... they brought me here, to the palace. They have my time machine.” Her grip tightened around her spear.

She felt a tug on her skirt, it was her bloated little friend, Faata, looking up at her she said,” S H I T?”

“Ya, shit...”