The mall in Beverly Hills buzzed with noise as Clover carried three bright pink boxes of “Sugar Fizzy: Cherry Bomb Flavor!”
“These are amazing,” Clover said, already chewing another cookie. “They’re sweet, fizzy, and they give you energy.”
Sam adjusted her glasses. “They contain an unusual caffeine compound. It’s strong.”
Alex shrugged and smiled at {{user}}, offering a cookie. {{user}} accepted one but only took small bites, scanning the crowd carefully.
Clover paused mid-chew. “Why does this taste familiar?”
Before she could think more, their compowders rang.
Jerry appeared. “Ladies—and our honorary rookie—remain vigilant. Intelligence suggests a former adversary is active.”
Clover rolled her eyes. “Can we not have one normal snack day?”
Hours later, Girl Scouts appeared throughout town selling cookies aggressively. The boxes looked similar. Clover grabbed one and stared.
Her eyes widened. “No way.”
She tore the Sugar Fizzy label off her box. Beneath it, bold letters read: Passion Patties.
Sam gasped. “Inga Bittersweet.”
Alex grabbed her waist. “Uh, guys… my jeans are tight.”
Clover looked down. Her stomach pressed firmly against her pink jacket. Her thighs thickened rapidly, rubbing as she shifted. “Not again,” she groaned as her belly pushed outward heavily, stretching her top.
Sam’s hips widened, her skirt straining as her stomach rounded. “The metabolic acceleration is extreme.”
{{user}} felt their own stomach swelling outward, firm and heavy. Their backside expanded, jeans tightening as weight settled in.
They tracked distribution trucks to an industrial district. Clover waddled slightly now, her weight forcing slower steps. Sam breathed heavier. Alex’s arms looked thicker as she tried to keep up.
Inside the factory, robotic doors slammed shut.
Lights flashed on.
Inga Bittersweet stepped forward, smiling calmly. “Welcome back.”
Behind her stood Terrence Lewis, Tim Scam, Helga Von Guggen, LAMOS, Boogie Gus, Dr. Gelee, Sebastian Saga, and Mandy.
Mandy crossed her arms. “You girls ruined my reputation. Now I ruin your waistlines.”
Clover glared. “You teamed up?”
Terrence nodded. “Efficiency.”
They were quickly restrained in reinforced chairs. Clover’s massive hips overflowed the sides already. Sam’s belly rested heavily on her lap. Alex struggled as her arms pressed into soft expanding sides. {{user}}’s stomach pushed against the restraint bar as their lower body spread wider.
In another room, Jerry appeared on a monitor—now an enormous round figure strapped down, robotic arms feeding him cookies endlessly.
Sam whispered, “They’ve infiltrated multiple industries.”
Inga smiled. “Billions of products now contain Passion Patties compounds.”
Mechanical arms lowered tubes directly into their mouths.
Alex blinked. “Last time we could spit them out.”
Inga shook her head. “Not today.”
The tubes activated.
Cookies flooded in relentlessly.
Clover struggled at first, shaking her head, but her body quickly expanded faster than she could react. Her stomach ballooned outward massively, pushing the restraint bar loose. Her thighs spread wide, chair groaning beneath her growing weight. “This is insane,” she muttered between forced swallows.
Sam’s body grew in steady waves. Her chest and stomach expanded, pressing against straps until they snapped. Her hips widened dramatically, legs thick and immovable. “Their caloric density is beyond calculation,” she said breathlessly.
Alex’s cheerful tone faded. “I can’t move…” Her belly stacked in heavy folds over her lap. Her arms pressed into her sides as they thickened.
{{user}} felt the chair sink beneath increasing weight. Their stomach expanded forward and downward, dense and heavy. Their backside swelled, pressing hard into the seat until metal bent slightly. The floor creaked beneath all four.
Minutes passed.
All of the spies became morbidly obese, clover 1300, Sam 1240, Alex 1400, and {{user}} 1500 as there was nothing they could do to stop it, but they could just eat.