Chapter 2 - day 1/monday

After waking up ALIVE, Marcy could smell a strong and familiar scent of bacon. She soon followed it down to the kitchen, where she saw a quite rotund lady. “Oh, hello! You must be Marcy!” said the woman while turning around to grab something off of the counter behind her. “Y-yes? And who may you be?” Marcy replied, still being half asleep with a hint of confusion in her voice, as she had not seen this woman last night. “Oh, where are my manners? I’m Alison, but you can call me Ally, hon!” Ally said in response. It was then when Bob walked into the kitchen and said, “Oh, I see you’ve met Mrs. Alison, she's the manor caretaker around here.” Interesting… he had a maid. Marcy had many questions brewing in her head, but Bob had told her that he found a suitcase in her trunk and asked Marcy if she wanted to move it to her room. “What suitcase?” This thought caused her to walk with Bob to her car and, sure enough, there it was. A few days ago, she forgot to take out her suitcase that she brought with her to a family trip, turns out that her forgetfulness was a good thing, given the current circumstances. Now, due to the suitcase seeming to not have been touched, Bob gained a little more of Marcy’s trust by not going through her stuff. Being the gentleman that he was raised to be, he offered to carry Marcy’s suitcase, but she said that she didn’t need the help, but was thankful for the offer. After making their way back to the house, Marcy placed the suitcase on her bed and then notified Bob that she was going to explore his property, if it was alright with him. He happily agreed to the request, and Ally also said that breakfast would ready within the next hour, but she would call out for Marcy when it was done. So, that’s what happened, she decided to check out the garden first. On her way to the entrance, she heard Bob yell that he was going into town for a new transmission to exchange the one that was currently in Marcy’s car. Marcy bid Bob farewell and he was off. When she made it to the maze, she saw a box that was labeled “Maps”, she grabbed one and set off to explore the maze. After many twists and turns, Marcy made it to the center, where a large cement fountain that supported a statue that clearly resembled a plump woman who seemed to be happy while looking at down at the water below. After only having a few moments to take in the marvels of the statue, Marcy was called back to the house by Ally saying “Hey Marcy, sweetie, breakfast is ready!!” Marcy was starved and was indeed ready for breakfast, but the thing she wasn’t ready for was the amount of breakfast she would soon consume. When Marcy arrived in the kitchen, she was astonished by just how much Ally had made; the sheer amount of food this lady had made looked like it could feed close to 6 people. “T-this is so much food, are there more people coming over or something, Ally?” while giving Marcy an inquisitive look, Ally asked, “What do you mean? No one is coming over, this is for me, you, and Bob, silly!” Ally’s response chilled Marcy to the bone because she had never eaten more than a slice of toast and eggs for breakfast and, well, what was laid upon the table was an elegant feast of bacon, eggs, pancakes, biscuits, and many other breakfast items. While she was taking in the feast’s odd beauty, Bob came in through the front door, greeting the women and then explaining that the transmission will be delivered early the next morning. After that, the three of them began eating, and after some casual conversation between the three, Bob and Ally finished their food, whereas Marcy surprised herself by eating most of her food. “Ally here will put some meat on them bones, darlin!” Bob said, seeing that Marcy had just eaten until she couldn’t anymore. Marcy couldn’t tell if he was joking, but by what she had just eaten, she wasn’t sure he was. After breakfast, Marcy went up to her room to take a nap while watching some TV.

—4 hour time jump—

After what she would find out was a four-hour nap, Marcy made her way back down to the living room. She was alone, she just assumed that Bob had gone into work and Ally had gone out. She. Was. Alone. Marcy took this opportunity to do some more exploring to learn more about Bob; this time, she’d explore the house. Before she started her exploring, she caught herself in a mirror; she had taken notice that she was growing a small belly. “Wow, I must still be a bit bloated from breakfast, I’m sure this will go back by dinner.” she thought this to help avoid overwhelming herself. After that little event, Marcy started her exploration of Bob’s house. Her plan for exploring was to start on the second floor and work her way down to the first, or even a possible basement. All throughout the exploration, everything seemed normal, with family pictures and memorabilia throughout the house. That was until she got to the room labeled “Darla”. This was the room she wanted to see the most, just as she was reaching for the door's handle, Ally called from the front “Hey, Marcy! Could you be a dear and help me with groceries, please?” not trying to be suspicious or rude, Marcy ended up helping the housekeeper transfer and put away said groceries. “So, where is Bob?” Marcy asked, wanted to confirm a theory while helping Ally put away the groceries. “Oh, he’s at work. He works at a garage in town from 9:30 in the morning, to 7:00 at night every weekday.” Ally gladly explained. This made did indeed confirm Marcy’s theory, but she had another question that she kept to herself since she already knew the answer. This question that brewed in her head was, “Why does Ally cook so much food per meal?” Even though she had a working phone and there were a few TVs and clocks throughout the house, Marcy had just realized the time. It was 1:25 in the afternoon. Though it felt as breakfast was 15 minutes ago, Ally had already made up a decently sized lunch which consisted of a fried grilled cheese sandwich, a medium-sized burger, and homemade fries. Since Ally had secretly expanded Marcy’s stomach capacity through breakfast, she was able to get Marcy to finish her lunch and her body grew softer all around along with her stomach’s capacity; this showed Ally that Marcy would prove to be a successful project by the end of her stay.

—Another 4 hour time skip—

After a few more hours of doing her own thing around the property, Marcy spotted Ally baking even more for what she assumed would be dinner. She ventured on into the kitchen to assist the housekeeper. Before she knew it, Marcy had ended up helping Ally with a large dinner that was even bigger than breakfast. Soon after cooking was done, Bob returned home and, like the two women, he was ready for dinner. That night's dinner consisted of several large pieces of BBQ Chicken, a very large bowl of what Ally called “countryside Mac-n-Cheese”, more homemade fries, BBQ burgers, a surplus homemade chicken noodle soup, and a large bowl that was filled with fresh dinner rolls. This time, all three of them each emptied two plates full of food, but in the end, Ally and Bob were the ones who cleaned off the rest of the table. As Ally expected, this meal pushed Marcy over a line that had never been crossed by Marcy. The first night's supper dealt a decently sized blow to Marcy’s waistline and eating habits. Bob was right when he said that Ally would put meat on Marcy’s bones, because that’s what happened. After dinner, Marcy said goodnight to Ally and Bob, then made her way to her room. Now, before she went to bed, Marcy changed into the same pajamas from the previous night, however, they had much less wiggle room to them, but Marcy just brushed it off as a shrinkage from the wash. “I’m not getting fat. That would be crazy!” she said in her head. So that was the mindset she would stay with for the time being, even when the bed frame slightly cried out when she applied her newly added weight to it. She then ended her first full day at Billy-Bob’s Cabin by falling asleep.