A month or so goes by, and all is well with Kalinka settling into her job at the Aurora, I noticed. Her events drew the largest crowds, and even if she wasn't doing a full show, the ambiance she offered permeated the establishment and seemed to soak into the patrons, turning the environment into a club that's always buzzing with energy, even when the night was over and it was time for cleanup in the morning. Mavis was beside herself with joy at how popular an attraction the Aurora had come to be, with none of the hype dying out after a few days or a week or two as Kalinka kept the entire music stash she had fresh with new tracks when she could get them, as well as remixes done by her in order to make sure the club never got stale.
I did keep a close eye on her, however, to try and make sure she didn't blow up like the rest of the residents, as Mavis had asked. With the amount of successes she had, it was something common to see Mavis herself giving her a couple extras during the afterparty or treating her to a couple extra special snacks. Sometimes, the patrons slipped her one or two extra drinks as well, the occasional dessert or hors d'ouerve, leading to her having to take them in order to be seen as polite. I watched her as she tried to keep such a thing to a minimum, even posting a sign that said "Please don't feed the DJ!" to try and deter party members from slipping her too many extras.
It wasn't to last, I saw, as she steadily grew over the weeks. A button loose here, a popped seam there, a tug of the shirt down on occasion, and soon little slivers of soft flesh were pouring the gaps as I watched her walk away from the booth after a good night. Deep blushes and nervous giggles followed the sounds of her seams popping whenever it happened, and she took to hiding from both me and Mavis whenever incidents like that happened, and the next day she had a few more colorful patches covering the holes in her slacks along with newly-sewn buttons with plenty of play. Still, she grew bigger, and bigger still, I noticed.
Until one day, Mavis and I noticed that she was gone from the DJ booth almost as soon as the night finished. The blubbery, bulging giant of a penguin lumbered over, more than a bit concerned as she watched Kalinka's habits grow odder and odder over the past few weeks, her even larger frame quaking with every movement. "I could've sworn she was here earlier....I saw her light show over the crowd, and she freaked out quite a bit during one of her dance numbers in the booth. After that she seemed fine but..."
"As soon as the lights came on and she shut it off, she ran to the back really quick," I finished. I had noticed it. She skittered out with that newfound chub wobbling on her frame, hands clasped to her backside to shield it from prying eyes. I could only imagine what actually happened. So far as heading up to the surface, Mavis was the only one who could taxi me and her back at this point, with the underwater shuttle having shipped all the guests up at closing. "I'll go look for her."
Mavis nodded, her even thicker chins meshing with her bulk as she began to stomp away, fat feet causing the floor to shake. "Alright, just be gentle with her...maybe I have been giving her a bit too much on the side..."
"You and everyone else here. You like her that much!"
"Hey, don't say you don't like her too!" She quipped back before going to get a broom, wanting to get the litter cleaned up off the dance floor.
I blushed a little before shaking it away, concentrating on finding the AWOL DJ who had obviously experienced something unsettling. As I moved my way back towards the storage area, where props and other party favors were kept along with the entrance to the pantry, I heard soft, musical muttering as well as a couple of hiccups, most of it panicked and nervous. Looking around the corner, I found a tall and a bit wide shadow hiding towards the back, Kalinka's obvious sense of style sticking out like a sore thumb thanks to all the flair. She was stroking her middle and grabbing at the newfound fluff, squeezing her soft lovehandles and fretting about her size. Something else was off about her as I stepped around the bend, coughing a little to make myself known. "Hey there! You kinda had us worried..."
The larger Eastern European let out a sharp squeak before turning around, blushing darkly underneath her hair. Turning around to face me, I caught sight of what had been causing her so much distress: she was quite a bit bigger than she was before, not just in girth but in height! She was taller than me, easily over six feet, and to add that, she was a good hundred or so pounds heavier which gave her the fluffy, pear-shaped frame she sported. Looking her up and down, I witnessed the shrunken legs of her slacks, her shoes starting to tear thanks to larger feet, and how she had been doing all she could to keep her clothes from riding up on her considerable new width. Despite all this, the silence was broken by her stomach rumbling, causing her to mutter a soft curse before she hung her head in shame. "D-da...now you see why I've been hiding..."
"Kalinka, you should've told Mavis! At the very least she'd listen to you, even with the guests trying to slip you drinks and food. You could've just put it all aside and eaten it later!" I said, feeling my heart wince as she flinched a bit at my tone of voice.
"I-in my culture, it's impolite not to accept gifts! E-especially from co-workers, supervisors a-and clientele! I-it's a sign of good faith! I-I'm paying for it, t-though...verdammen, I mean, I-I'm taller than you...a-and I know it's something you looked f-forward to, s-seeing someone your own height..." Kalinka replied, fiddling with a couple of her ribbons on her arms, twirling them about her slightly thicker fingers as she looked away. She wasn't like the others here, that was certain; unlike most of the guests, who reveled in their absurd displays of gluttony and growth, the Euro girl was bashful, perhaps a bit afraid of her new size and maybe...worried about me? I sighed, rubbing the back of my head.
"Well...it's not that bad yet. Besides..."
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