*Secret WHOOP Holding Facility, 7:30 PM*
With so many supercriminals out there, locations such as this can hold any manner of psychopaths, but they also come in handy for storing other things, like cases of Passion Patties. One of them was being brought up to the cell of a woman who had just as much to answer for any of the mad geniuses, but unlike them, she got to have her favorite food for breakfast lunch and dinner, for they were the only things she wanted.
"Come and get it." Said the doughy guard, speaking like he was addressing a hog at the trough as he tossed in the box. It was quickly and ripped open, by the hog herself, Inga Bittersweet. WHOOP had not given her the antidote they had synthesized for her cookies, leaving her to upturn the entire box and let all of the cookies rain down like a minty chocolate waterfall. Her puffy cheeks bloated out further with every bite of the chocolaty goodness, and soon she chomped it all down in a matter of seconds. Tossing the box aside, Bittersweet's belly growled just as much as she did then, "Is that all?! I must have more cookies!"
"Oh, don't worry," the guard then paused, and to Bittersweet's shock and surprise, her door was then opened. She then gasped at the sight of of her right hand girl, Toll, also still as fat as ever, standing next to the equally hefty look guard woman, who was then tossed another Passion Patty for her obedience. Toll filled in the blanks, "She got curious, boss. Took one bite of your cookies, and now she's one of us."
"Wonderful." a sinister gleam soon found its way onto Inga's face and into her voice. She quickly got her fat butt up, and headed out with the two henchgirls, with the experienced one asking the obvious, "So what's the plan boss? Our new friend got all the Passion Patties ready for the getaway, do we put 'em back onto the market?"
"No, you fool. There is only one thing I want now more than even those wonderful cookies. Revenge! We must find...HER!"
*Beverly Hills, 11:45 AM*
While Sam and Alex were stuck at home, prepping for the next test that high school was forcing down their throats, Clover was spending a beautiful and sunny Sunday the way it was meant to be spent, spending tons of cash at the mall. Yes, once again, Clover was gracing the latest and greatest fashions with her presence, as she held up a dress up to her body, and said "Oh yeah, we totally have a winner." The ensemble she had was too small even for her, but that's exactly what Clover was going for. However, a rather large woman then came by her, with her eyes obscured by a familiar blue hat, and asked her, "Excuse me, but what size is that?"
"Uh, no offense, but I don't think it'll fit you." Clover responded, trying not to sound rude or stuck up as she pointed that out. However, the woman then responded with, "Don't worry," and lifted her head up to reveal her face, "soon it won't fit you either." Clover gasped, "Toll?!" and suddenly she was sprayed a little knockout gas in a perfume bottle that Toll was holding; one of the many standard gadgets one gets when working for a mad scientist. Clover quickly passed out onto her, and Toll easily held her up and walked out of the store. When the cashier girl caught sight of her, she even had an explanation all ready, "All day shopping spree tuckered her out. A shame really, the girl's gonna need a whole new wardrobe."
Clover groaned as the weight of her eyelids began to lessen. "Where am I?" she asked as the blurriness began to slowly lessen, and when she tried to move, she found that her arms would not budge. Turning her head to the side, more quality quickly followed when she gasped at the sight of her hands being shackled to the arms of a very familiar looking chair.
"Oh no," Clover felt her heart racing and sweat dripping down her nervous forehead, and looking up above her only made things worse. The Passion Patty Feeder was right above her, "NO!"
"Hello, Clover," that voice still sent chills down her spine even after she figured that she had to be nearby. With that, Bittersweet stepped before the girl, making her growl out, "Bittersweet. What do you want, you old bag?" Bittersweet crossed her thick arms against her bouncy chest, and said with a smirk, "I'm surprised you didn't throw fat into that mockery, Clover. In spite of how good and 'nice' you supposedly are, I can tell just what a shallow bitch you truly are. Whatever kind of person would cause THIS to happen to me. Well, I cannot shake my addiction to my Passion Patties, but along with all the cookies I can ever want, now I can also put you in your plus, as you help me in furthering my goals."
"I'll never help you!" Clover yelled, but Bittersweet did not buy it, and with the push of a button, she activated the feeder, and as Clover gasped, she got a cookie stuffed right into her mouth. The moment it touched her tongue, a sugary explosion hit her brain and her belly once again, returning her to the hungered state that made Bittersweet cackle.
So, what does Bittersweet have planned for Clover?
Choice #1
She wants to feed her until she is a monstrously fat beast who will squash and devour anything that stands in her masters way.
Choice #2
Bittersweet has refined the formula to make Clover crave everything unhealthy and delicious. So, after one cookie, Bittersweet knocks Clover back out and sends her back home. She doesn't remember what happened, and begins to eat her way down the path of Gluttony, allowing Bittersweet the joy of watching her gain weight.
Choice #3
Once fattened up, Bittersweet sends Clover to capture Sam and Alex to be given the same treatment.
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