A week later, Donna was wandering around the TARDIS’s various corridors. To her disappointment, after a week of running around and fighting monsters, she had only lost three pounds. She knew in the back of her mind that it was her own fault. Not only had she been helping to save planets, she had also been eating whatever had been offered to her (as soon as the Doctor assured her it was safe to). Her waistline hadn’t necessarily grown, but it hadn’t really shrunk either, and her fat jeans still fit snugly around her pudgy middle.
The Doctor was off working on some sort of side-project of his. It was something that involved anti-gravity and a stuffed gorilla, so she wasn’t all that interested in finding out what it was.
She wandered around until she found a strange-looking vending machine sticking out of the wall. She walked up to it and looked it up and down. She saw a single red button siting in the middle of it, and so she shrugged and pushed it. Some lights lit up and a holographic screen was suddenly projected from it.
Donna stared in amazement – particularly the words that said, “Select Your Meal.” She could feel her heartbeat speed up. There was such an abundance of choices to make that she couldn’t decide for a full five minutes. She finally decided for something simple. She pressed the ‘pizza’ option. Then she went through the various sizes – she chose large. Then she went through toppings – extra cheese and sausage. She chose side dishes – cinnamon sticks with heavy icing. She finally chose a soft drink – decidedly not diet.
She was really only doing this because of curiosity. She couldn’t help herself. She just wanted to see if it would be any good.
A door suddenly opened up under the machine, and she was surprised when a large pizza box with a heavenly aroma emanating from within it. She was giving a two-liter bottle of soda and a fresh pan of cinnamon sticks, which were dripping with sugary icing.
Sighing to herself, she knew she’d have to eat all of this herself. She couldn’t disturb the Doctor when he was busy, and she had nothing else to do. She carried all of these things to her bedroom, where she sat down on the queen-size bed the TARDIS had given her, and she got comfortable. She turned on the telly, found a film she’d been meaning to watch, and she settled down against the pillows.
She popped open her pizza box and stared at it. It looked so fattening that she felt like she was gaining weight just from the scent. She took out a slice and sank her teeth into it. It was delicious.
She couldn’t help but smirk – the Doctor’s ship was a better cook than he was.
She finished one slice and moved onto the second. She poured herself a glass of soda, which was somehow cold even without ice. She became rather engrossed in the movie she was watching, and so she didn’t really notice that she’d eaten half the pizza in under ten minutes.
By the time the credits were rolling ninety minutes later, the pizza, the soda and the cinnamon sticks had all been devoured.
Donna’s shirt had a few stains on it, but she knew the TARDIS could do the laundry better than any launderette on Earth. She involuntarily let out a hearty belch, causing her to let a hand fly to her mouth in shock. She felt her face go red despite there being no one else in the room.
She patted her overstuffed stomach gingerly, moaning softly as she did. She was so full she could barely budge. She managed to reach the remote and switch the TV off. She settled back into the bed and settled down for a nap.
She would be sure to return to that vending machine many times in the future…
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