(Although the protagonist is a character from Totally Spies, this fanfic was inspired by a wide variety of sources, including H. P. Lovecraft’s “The Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath”, and the Saturday Night Live sketch “Deiter’s Dream”. Any resemblance to other stories or media entertainment is probably intentional.)
It had been a long and weird day. Clover had planned on spending the day with a new boyfriend, but he pulled out at the last minute, snatched away by that black-haired bitch, her eternal rival in fashion, popularity, and love. Because her friends Sam and Alex thought she would be occupied they had gone off to do other things, so Clover contented herself with a day-long binge of eating junk food, watching TV, and surfing the web. Her web content had been a mixture of beefcake shots, online shopping, yaoi-filled fanfics, and posing as a male in a gay chat room and then doing something unmentionable that left her with a sticky keyboard. She even accidentally found some weird website that was all about anime girls (especially ones from pokemon) eating and getting fat, and being seriously creeped out by the idea, she returned to reading a poorly written and out-of-character online story with Inuyasha doing something unspeakable to Miroku involving a pumpkin and large amounts of whipped cream.
Her television viewing had mainly consisted of fragments of corny made-for-TV movies, some stuff on the sci-fi channel, a dashing of MTV, and even a little bit of Mike and the Bots (which she would claim she was only watching until fashion court came back from commercial break, but deep down she loved it in all its nerdy hilarity, as do we all.)
She also even had a brief but memorable mission where she battled some split-personality double-psycho creep with white hair and a rod marked with an eye that controlled minds who was trying to open up a portal to a shadowy nether-universe.
But like all things, no matter how long it seems, each day must come to an end. Her mind bloated with B-movies and images of guy-on-guy action, her stomach bulging out a good five inches and bloated with ice cream, nachos, soda, and a generous supply of pudding pops along with gods-know-what-else from the day’s long snacking, she stumbled off to her bed, pulling back the covers and tucking herself in. Both portions tired out from a long and fun day, she slowly slipped away unconscious, into the temporary death that we humans refer to as sleep.
But all was not finished. Just as the day’s food was still yet to be digested fully and integrated into her body mass, the days thoughts were still stored in the clumsy form of short term memory. As the food must be broken down by digestive acids, then sucked into the vacuoles and rearranged to form part of the whole, so were the previous thoughts, feelings, and sensations being crumbled apart to tiny fragments and built up in a new and alien order. During this process some level of mental attention was needed to conduit this data through, so her mind was called into a semi-concious state, partially aware of the surroundings formed by the information flowing through her as her brain clumsily tried to piece it together into a coherent string of events. This is...
CLOVER’S DREAM
At some undeterminable point Clover’s thoughts shifted into her (apparent) surroundings, and both were centered on her recently acquired and later stolen boyfriend. In this dream he was not stolen. He was all hers; she gazed upon him from above, from below, from the side, checking him out front and back, within and without, all simultaneously. She gazed upon his sparkling glory for minute eons. Some timeless time passed before she had the presence of mind to manifest in a corporeal form, so she did so and wrapped her arms around him as soon as she had realized them into existence. She held him tight, nuzzling him affectionately. She then turned over to grab some breath mints, and he was gone. She went about searching for him but to know avail. Then that nasty, black-haired bitch came. “What are you doing in my room?!” Clover screamed at her, but she simply went up to slap her. Clover grabbed the hand and stopped it, then blocked the other hand when it came towards her, and the dark-haired vixen extended a third arm that struck her with a bitch-slap sending her flying. The vixen took advantage of her four arms to start rapidly snatching all of Clover’s possessions, her bed, her outfits, her accessories. She went to fight her off and get it back, but the many arms soon twisted and stretched into even more tentacles.
Her boyfriend came riding in on a Pegasus, armored and ready to save her, a shining knight. She leapt up to embrace him, but then the hateful tentacle-bearing woman snatched him away from her, the dream mirroring the previous events of reality. She could only witness the horrific scene as the two snuck into an ally and came out with a family of new children, who rapidly grew up to more of the same. They built more houses and snuck into beds, and soon there stood before her and entire city of black-haired bitches, laughing and mocking her.
She endured it when she was awake and in full control of her impulses, but she was not taking any crap now. She ran towards the city, intent on bringing serious pain injury to her ebony haired enemy and hit her head on a building, because apparently it had only been a few feet away. They all seemed so tiny. Then she saw as she looked around that it wasn’t tiny, she was big, standing nearly 34 feet tall. She quickly set about reaching into an open window and grabbing one of the dark-haired antagonists, pulling the struggling rival out and suspending her wriggling body several stories above the ground. She stared at her foe and her face was lined with a 5 foot wide evil toothy grin as she thought of what to do with her.
The next few segments will contain: Vore, Property Destruction, temporary aquisition of traits normally associated with giant monsters, electronically masked nudity, and italian stereotypes. You have been warned.
Clover made up her mind and chuckled anticipatorily. She pulled her prey close up to her face and opened her mouth wide. The black-haired girl let loose a long scream as she was shoved into Clover’s gaping maw. Clover then pushed her back, cornering her pressed against the back of Clover’s throat by the powerful tongue, then there was a brief reflex action and with a “Gulp!” Clover swallowed her. She gave a satisfied smile and licked her lips and lightly patted the stomach in which her rival was now imprisoned. She then started looking for more.
The obvious first source was the building she pulled this one out of. Her powerful hand broke through the window and grabbed another identical prey, this one fresh out of the shower. Even though the towel came off there remained a digital mask over all the naughty parts briefly exposed in the interim period of visibility between the building and Clover’s chops. She repeated this process a few times until her hand got stuck. Frustrated she struggled to pull it free, and with it took a large chunk of building. The structure slowly lost support and crumbled to a heap of rubble, taking out some of the adjacent buildings as well. She shrugged, kind of enjoying reeking destruction out here. Just for fun she battered down another building with her giant strength before moving on to explore the snack-filled city.
She saw a train speed along and stopped it with her outstretched hand, the lifted it in her mouth Godzilla-like (in fact, she kind of looked vaguely like Godzilla, with green skin, a tail, those fin-things down her back, monster feet, sharp teeth, and claws on the ends of her fingers), then peeled off the back of the vehicle and proceeded to empty the contents into her mouth. She then discarded the train and rubbed her tummy, which had started to bulge out, and gave a relatively small burp.
Over at a large pizza restaurant Clover pulled of the giant neon pizza from the sign and took a bite, then spat it out in disgust. Note to self: Just because you’re big, does not mean the fake giant pizza will be edible.. She lifted off the top and proceed to look at the restaurant patrons. They were mostly fat Italian men and women (by now she had forgotten that everyone in the city was a duplicate of her rival). Eager for a change from the stick-like girls she’d been eating, she savored the mass of the round, juicy, pizza-fattened customers and the filling effect they had in her still fairly vacant tummy, with cries of “AAAUHG!” and “Mama Mia!” as they were thrust down her gullet. Some mafia members shot at her, but the bullets bounced of harmlessly and she ate them for trying. She then went on to press the “giant” button on the oven and out popped a pizza fit for her dimensions. After slapping a few people on for want of pepperoni she proceeded to dig in.
Having finished off her pizza, her stomach now bulging out like a basketball, Clover wandered over through the city eating random people, crushing cars, knocking down buildings, and breathing fire at things, until she arrived at a massive site. The sign boldly proclaimed:
Clover crawled in through the massive doors to gaze upon the glories it beheld. Huge vats of chocolate, massive raw chunks being hammered and carved and leveled to perfection, bubbling tubes of sugar and rich milk, and filled with round little workers.
She went over and lifted up a tub of molten chocolate and began to empty it. A worker came over to stop her and yelled something about her not being with the tour group. She grabbed him with her toes and held him underfoot while she finished the chocolate before eating him and licking the delicious cocoa off her lips. She saw some weird candy things being spun and random objects being dipped in chocolate, labeled, and thrown into a laundry-shute thing, and she suddenly got an idea.
She started grabbing the workers and then dumping them in the vats, pulling them out as chocolate-coated treats. Soon she had them all assembled, ready, and packed them away like popcorn while watching some anime on a wide TV screen that replaced the wall. The show is inuyasha, and suddenly miroku and inuyasha begin embracing each other. The camera shifts to a view of clover's face before things can get dirty. We can tell by some of the flecks of dialogue and the expression on her face that things are progressing quite rapidly. Kagome and sango walk out from behind the television (they are giant too, probably because they came from the TV and the screen is huge) and sit down next to clover, partaking of the chocolate-coated people munchies along with her. After a while however, Inuyasha and Miroku woke up in bed, saw each other, screamed, and glared at Clover from the screen before quickly redressing themselves and walking off. Kagome and Sango, seeming a little dissapointed by the end of the little "exhibition", went back into the TV, and Inuyasha angrily whacked clover on the head before reaching out and turning off the screen.
"aw damit just when it was getting gud.
" she said, using that exact spelling, grammar, and emoticon. Sitting there in the factory she was left with little to do but guzzle chocolate and factory workers.
An unknowable amount of time later she was finished. Her clothes were stained with chocolate, her face was all smeared with it, and her stomach was bulging more than a basketball. She also looked like she'd put on about 50 pounds, with a general apple shape. She shoved one last screaming factory worker into her mouth, rubbed her tummy, and gave a huge burp that shook the builiding and broke most of the windows. "BRAAAAAAAP!
Nothing left but to sit their and lick the remnants of chocolate off her face and enjoy the nice way all that good stuff settled in her stomach. "It's too cramped in here!" came a voice from her tummy. "Shut up Hugo, I'm not going to feed you any ham!" she said and gave her belly a light punch.
BUZZ!!!
Clover turned off the alarm with a small hammer and then looked at the other clock. "Oh crap, I'm late for school!"
Chapter Frognal, or "You didn't honestly think she really woke up, did you?"
Clover went off to school, not remembering she was still dressed in her pajamas. Also about half of the people in the room where Alex, Sam appeared to have some psychic power as she was levitating her pencil and manifesting an egg salad sandwich through sheer will, and the black-haired-bitch (hereafter referred to as the BHB) had horns, long clawed arms, and fangs. All her friends where as well, it was as if the school was having a giant pajama party. The class was math, and it was taught by here science teacher, and she was handing out an essay test. Clover got onto some sort of three-dimensional wire-frame computer, and worked out her essay.
When she handed it in the teacher (who was now a guy with wings) got angry at her. "You call this an essay? There's too many exclamation points and not enough gerunds. Eclamation point, exclamation point, exclamation point. You should change your name to exclamation point!" Out of rebellion she got annoyed and said "Alright, I will. My name is now '!' forever and always." When she said that smoke came up in the classroom, and her spy suit turned black with a white exclamation point on it.
A long black car pulled up to her, and a very handsome german man of about 21 rolled down the window to speak to her. "I have always wanted to make love to a woman with a name composed entirely of punctuation." In the limosine there was also a deer skeleton and a fat man making out with a murderer, as well as a nun. The nun called a whore and flipped her off, so clover grabbed her and tossed her out through the construction paper window.
They got into a bed, and as the man slowly pulled down his trousers he revealed a howler monkey. "Touch it, touch my monkey! Touch my monkey!" he said both commandingly bold and hypnotically soft. She said "Aaaah. I am scared." in a dispassionate manner, somehow aware that she should be afraid and wanting to avoid the howler monkey lest it bite her, but she felt no fear or emotion at all. She screamed dispationately as she briskly walked away from it.
After school Clover went to her favorite arcade, by the ski game where she would find young boys to press against was shut down and the DDR was out of repair, so she had to go play at the Ms. PacMan game. She wasn't very good and pac man died on the first level. Two little construction paper freak showed up. "Oh my god, you killed Ms. Pacman!" said the first. "You bastard!" accused the other. She was annoyed and freaked out at the same time, so she tore apart and burnt up one and ate the other one, seasoning him with that paste she used to use in first grade art projects. She then realized that with Ms. PacMan dead she had to finish the game, so she jumped into the screen.
Mm, I never thought that little white dots could be so delicious! They taste like a cross between peppermint candies and chocolate malt balls! she thought as she gulped down another...
Clover went happily through the maze, munching dots. "Wakka...wakka...wakka. Hm, I wonder wakka why I wakka feel compelled to say 'wakka' everytime I wakka eat a wakka dot?" As she meditated upon this question, filling her belly and grabbing some giant cherries, she came upon something horrible. It was non other than the BHB, floating lightly, spectral, orange, translucent body, and with a blood-stained axe embedded deep in her head.
"Hello Clover. Miss me?"
"Hey, I ate you! All of you!"
"I'm a ghost, you stupid bitch!"
"Okay, that's it, you're dead!"
"Yes, I am dead. I'm a ghost. Way to go, einstein."
"Oh, right. You're literally dead."
"Yes, and soon you will be too!"
"Over my dead body!"
:rolleyes: "Like, that's the idea, Clover. Wow, you really are as dumb as you look."
With that ghost-BHB pulled the ink-stained axe out of her skull, and attempted to plant it in clover's. Clover jumped out of the way and did a wild-take, snapping into chibi-mode, her eyes bulging out like dinner plates, her tongue shooting out ten feet, and little police alarms going off on her head. She then started running, here legs a little motion blur.
"Wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka!" she screamed in terror as she rounded a sharp turn. Panting, she rested to catch her breath next to light blue ghost BHB who was holding her own severed head by the hair. "I think I lost her," breathed Clover. "Yep, I think you did" said the severed head. Clover stood there for a while, then turned and looked directly at the head. The head hissed at her in an unholy manner. "AAAAH!" she screamed, tossed away the head, and started running again. "Hey, you can't do that to me! Over her lummox!" said the angered head as her body fumbled for her.
Clover was making her way along and ran into a frankenstien-like pink ghost, and then a chainsaw-weilding red one. As she tried to get out around the turn she found to her horror that they were coming that way too, she was trapped. "No, please, at least let me have one last meal before I die," Clover pleaded. "Well, alright, but just one dot," said the impatiant specters. "That's all I need," said Clover, before choosing and eating the biggest, juicest dot she could find. "He he he, suckers!" she said. The ghosts started to change. Their variety of spectrums all shifted to a dark blue. There normally darker eyes, mouths, and other features turned white. Their inky insubstantial forms became corporeal and fluidic, like some kind of gelatin or something. The once-pink one licked itself. "We're...tasty!" The formerly orange one banged it's head on the wall. "And solid." Suddenly the they were staring down Clover, armed with a knife and a fork and wearing a bib with a blue ghost image on it. "Uh-oh," the phantoms said in unison. "You're mine!" said Clover, and began to give chase.
The first one to get eaten was the slow-moving once-red one. Clover simply leapt upon it, opened her mouth wide and slurped it up like a jello shot. Her belly shook and jiggled and quivered from the jelly-like ghost trapped inside as it bulged out in front of her, riding up and pushing back her shirt till it barely covered her breasts with only the ghost apron hanging over it. "Yummy!" she squealed, before going after the next ghost that used to be light blue. "Boo!" she yelled as she came at it from around a blind corner, startling it so that it dropped its head, which it then tripped on. An appetizer! she thought as she grabbed the head and swallowed it with her own, then washed it down with the rest of the ghost. Next she ran into the chainsaw weilder. It tried to slice her, but its once solid chainsaw now swooshed harmlessly through her, and came back full circle dismembering itself. She ate it up bite by bite.
Clover rested, licking the last bits of ectoplasm from her lips. With her stomach bloated up to three times her body size, she could barely even move, but fortuenately she didn't have to. The last ghost came running and slipped, falling directly into her mouth. She licked her lips contented and let loose and earth shaking belch. However that belch released something other than air. Four pairs of floating eyes headed off, eager to regrow their bodies for revenge.
Clover sat their, rubbing her big bloated belly, digesting, thinking of how delicious ghosts tasted, when her ectasy was interupted by a chorus of familiar voices.
"We're baaaack!" cried the apparitions.
"But I ate you...again!"
"If it didn't work the first time what made you think it would work again?"
They pursued her until the next power dot, where pursuer and persuee where reversed. They repeated the cycle a while in a scooby doo style montage until there was but one line of dots left. Behind her she was being chased by the last of the ghosts. She had to eat her way through this level and then she would be safe. "Wakka...wakka...wakka" she said, making her way past, just a few more dots. She went chomping past the portal to the exit. Her boyfriend stood with open arms.
"Clover, I thought you'd never co-"
CHOMP!
"Oh, my sweet...wait, where'd you go? I know my hot guy was here a second ago," pondered clover, her boyfriend-sized gut bulging out in front of her. "BUUUURRP!" she belched loudly, then turned and looked at her full belly and realized what had happened. "Oh crap, I ate my boyfriend. Don't worry, I'll get you out of there!" There was a gurgling as her digestive juices worked inside, then the soft florb as the nutrients distributed throughout her body turning to fat. She lovingly poked the bulging gut that was now the earthly remains of her boyfriend. "Oh, I hardly knew yee. We never had a chance to embrace, to kiss, to make love, to engage in wild and kinky stuff with a third guy pulled off the street and 45 quarts of ice cream topping." She let a single tear roll down her face. The moment of silence was interupted by the impatient gurgling of her stomach. "Shit. Now I'm hungry again. You'd think my true love would be more filling."
Clover sat there all by herself. "I'm so lonely...and hungry."
"I think I can solve both those problems," said a voice. It was a slim, muscular boy of about six feet of height. His brown eyes and somewhat curly brown hair adorned a face only slightly marred by a sparse touch of acne. He couldn't have been much more than seventeen years old. In one hand, he held a fork, in another, a chocolate German forest cake. He raised his eyebrow suggestively and gave Clover a somehow sensuous rhetorical question with a single word. "Hungry?"
"Well, now that you mention it, I am kind of-MMMPH!" she said, as the boy shoved the entire cake into her mouth. "Whoa, slow down!" Clover said as soon as she swallowed. "Sorry, I'm not very good at self control," the boy said, blushing . "Thats okay," Clover said. The boy then turned to grab a large chocolate chip cookie. "Waaaaait a sec, you aren't one of those sicko pervs that get turned on be stuffing girls, whatamucallem, feeders, are you?" she said, eyeing him suspiciously. The boy sweatdropped and fidgeted nervously. "Um...er...no?" he suggested. "Okay, I automatically believe you!" Clover said and opened her mouth wide. "Fill 'er up." she said, indicating her yawning trap with a finger. "As you wish," the boy said, readying a bucket full of fried chicken. She grabbed the container and emptied it before he had a chance to hand-feed her and waited for more. He then lowered a tiny pie to her mouth and nearly lost a finger. "Mmm, that tasted Yami, I mean, yummy," she said, licking her lips. <<<Foreshadowing
Yami, I mean, "the boy", got to work feeding away and clover eagerly and diligently ate. Pork chops, steaks, entire fried chickens, three cheese lasagnas, all were dropped into her eager maw. Her body softened and stretched and grew. Her weight shot up. 120 pounds...150lb...200...300! Somewhere around 425 pounds however, a most grevious tragedy occured...
"Oh no!" the boy said.
"What?"
"We're out of food!"
"That can't be!"
"I guess I'll just have to make some then," he said. "Aw, it's nice to have a guy who cooks for me instead of excepting me to make him food. Not that I have any problem with making somebody dinner of course. And it's so nice that you don't care about my size, but aren't some kind of fucked up deviant who's actually attracted to fat women," Yami laughed nervously but Clover didn't seem to notice.
Yami (why keep the charade up any longer?) went to work getting the materials needed for a meal. Sauces, meats, veggies, and massive amounts of bread dough. "I'm gonna make the world's biggest sandwich for you," he said. However, during the creation, misshaps occured. "Ah crap, I got mustard all over myself!" Yami said, as his aim with the mustard bottle slipped. "Dangit, now I've got grated cheese and mayonaise all over myself," he said as he somehow slipped and fell face-first on to the partially coated bread. "OW! HOT! AAAAIIEEE!" said Yami as he slipped into the giant toaster, followed by a "AAAAAAH!" as he popped out of the toaster and ran, and an "aaaaaah..." as he cooled himself off in some nice cool pickle relish, then finally "oh dangit, I seem to have managed to toast myself to a succulent golden brown." At the same time the toaster had managed to burn Yami's clothes to ash, which disintegrated. As soon as he realized his immodesty, he covered things up by quickly fashioning a crude garment out of lettuce, bread, and tomato, somewhat to Clover's dissapointment.
It it weren't for Clover's detached dream-like dissonence and semi-concious state she wouldn't automatically trust Yami's statement that he was not a feeder. If it wasn't for her delusioned location between being and nonbeing she would have spotted a suspicious pattern in Yami's accidents. But she was not up to her concious self, she was dreaming.
"He he he" Yami chuckled to himself. She doesn't suspect a thing! XD
Yami, now thoroughly spiced, sauce-coated, toaster-tanned and garnished, presented Clover with the giant sandwich. "Ta-da!" he said. It measured roughly nine feet long and seven feet wide. It was piled with lettuce, tomato, a wide variety of cheeses and sauces, meat from nearly every animal in existance and some from animals not in existance, like some savory red dragon flanks and unicorn steaks.
Well, it doesn't look that filling, but I don't want to hurt his feelings, she thought.
Clover set to work munching the sandwich, devouring it in no time short, and licking her face and fingers clean of the tangy goodness. "Thanks, it was delicious," she said to Yami. "Can I have a thank-you kiss? Yami pleaded, going all puppy-eyes. "Okay," Clover said, and gave him a little kiss. "You're so sweet. And...tangy, toasty, fresh..." clover started to get an entranced look in her eyes with the hynpotized swirls, and began licking her chops. "Oh no, help me, I'm gonna get eaten!" Yami cried in false distress. As he struggled gently when she picked him up, shoved him down and swallowed him it was all he could do not to dive right in.
Once she had finished licking her lips clean and picking the bits of clothing thread from her teeth, she snapped out of it. "Oh crap, I ate another one. I seem to tear through boyfriends like a fat schoolgirl scarfs down pizza lunchables."
Clover wandered through an art gallery with pictures seemingly arranged at random. A picasso was sitting right next to a screenshot from Inuyasha which was adjacent to a doodle she had made in fourth grade. All of a sudden she heard a loud "foomp!" followed by a shriek. She found her way upon a bunch of anthropomorphic animal girls, some of whom were fat. A short cat with sunglasses walked up to one of the skinny ones and touched her, *foomp*, and she swelled up like a military liferaft.
"Who are you?" Clover asked. "I'm hoodah," the cat said.
Clover tactfully went away from that area of the gallery, not wanting to get foomped. As she backed off she stumbled into a landscape and then fell off a dramatic cliff peak. Fortunately she landed on something soft and fluffy and comfortable. "Hello there" the girl she was resting on said. Clover looked at her. The girl wasn't actually fat per say, but more seemed to be stuffed with some kind of fluffing or cotton, like some kind of living pillow. There were other soft and cushiony girls around there, interspersed with actual fat girls and even a pregnant one. There were fountains of mountain dew, and a guy with spikey black hair and all dressed in blue, wearing a white and red striped tall hat.
"Hello," said Clover, "Who are you?"
"My name is Ataru,
I got this hat
from a cat
and with it I will make you fat"
"Thanks, but I think I'm fat enough
I don't like that expansion stuff"
"Okay, how 'bout some food to you I bring?"
"Dunno, will it be fattening?
I won't be tricked, that's for sure"
"Oh, you're no fun anymore"
Clover heard a rumbling noise. A bunch of anthros came running, fleeing something, and she found herself staring up at the biggest, fattest, green cat girl she had ever seen. It was a suprise she was still mobile somehow, and she seemed to almost slide or ooze along the floor. The big green cat girl was eating everything and everyone in sight. Without a moments pause she grabbed and ate Clover. "Oog, now I know how my boyfriends felt," she said inside the giant green kitty's fat belly.
There in the stomach, Clover noticed Shippo, there, although he looked like he was 18. "Hey, you want out?" he asked. "How?" clover asked as she walked up to him. "Alright, listen carefully. First you have too- 0_0 " Shippo's eyes went wide as Clover started squeezing his little butt Mirko style. Shippo then whacked Clover over the head and she fell down with an anime head-bump. "Stop that! I'm only using a temporary aging spell you pedophilic perv!"
"I'm sorry" Clover said, eyes all spinny from the blow. "Now, as I was saying, you have to go down the upper edge of the small intestine and squeeze the blue-you're not paying attention are you?"
Clover was staring at another sight in the stomach, what appeared to be Inuyasha and Miroku french-kissing each other. She started to move closer to them. "Don't touch them you idiot, they're enzymes!" Clover reached out to grab Miroku's shoulder and felt a stinging sensation. She pulled her hand back and they turned towards her revealing their faces to be blank and devoid of facial features except for a pair of insectoid pinsirs. The enzymes clacked their pinscirs and dribbled foam, and Clover ran away screaming. "What a n00b. >_>" Shippo said.
Guided by Shippo, Clover eventually found her way out.
"Good bye shippo"
"Good bye, Clov-AH!"
Was again Clover's hand found its way to Shippos bottom, and once again he hit her over the head.
"You're like a female Miroku. -_- " Shippo said. "You're friggin hopeless."
Clover found that the experience had given newfound powers. She started swooping about the city until she ran into a golden robot with a vaguely Aztec design and the shape of a human female with an hourglass figure. The android lashed out at her with its golden sword...
Clover saw the wound, but felt no pain, only hunger. As she went into a food court in her favorite mall and began eating. As she stuffed her mouth with mashed potatoes, biscuits, and fried chicken, she felt the wound heal, the flesh regrowing to replace that lost and then some. She felt some vague inclination to stop, but it all tasted so good. Her stomach bulged, her pants tightened, her shirt road up, and she continued feasting until the pimple-faced cashier told her there was none left. With that she barely slowed down and simply scarfed him. She went on to other parts of the food court and ate the people there when there was no prepared food left. By this time she was 11 feet tall and looked as if she weighed 424 pounds.
She somehow accidently wandered into the appliance section and felt very small. The walls stretched up above her. The stocked shelves glared down. She still continued to eat people up like popcorn, but it was a nervous snacking, like nail-biting almost.
Then she stopped when she saw the television. It was huge. Although it couldn't have been more than 3 feet high, it seemed to dwarf her with its dark immensity. It seemed to be breathing, a threatening mixture of breath and growl, fog lazily drooling out of it. It radiated menace, and though it had no face she could tell it was glaring at her with a look of hatred. It flicked on of its own volition jumping through terrifying scenes. A toy monkey that killed something everytime it clanged its cymbols, a man having his neck ripped out by his possessed cat, a creepy old red-haired woman who looked like a pillow with features, a sinister clown named pennywise, darth vader, and an oompa-loompa tribe.
The malevolent screen rose higher and higher, swaying hypnotically. It began to twist into a long, shimmering glass tube, with dials for eyes, it's outlet plug-in mutated into fangs. It wrapped around her and began squeezing. "Iiii ammmm theee Pythohn" it breathed out. She struggled, but it just seemed to tighten its grip no matter what she did.
There was a loud crack, and the television python shattered into a broken TV box. She looked up for her saviour, and her gaze met the welcome faces of...
Inuyasha and Miroku?!
"You saved me!" she squealed with elation, her eyes going all lovey.
"Yes," said Miroku, who had already begun firmly massaging her tush. "And we would be willing to accept any-"
"We saved you from Python so that we could take you out ourselves!" interrupted Inuyasha with his usual angry flare. "BWHA?!" a startled Clover sputtered out.
"It's true. You see, my companion and I are extremely upset by a certain, erm, 'document' you produced with us as characters." Clover felt the clammy preminitions of dread inching up her...or maybe that was just Miroku's hand.
Inuyasha yanked out a microsoft word document and read the title accusingly. "'Molars of Passion', a fanfic filled with hot Miroku x Inuyasha action, by DDgirl, aka CLOVER!"
"Oooh, you mean that fanfic," she said, sweatdropping.
"First off, you should know for a fact that Mirkoku and I are straight as arrows. The pervy monk there grabs every pair of female cheeks that cross his line of sight," Inuyasha said.
"And, while he won't outright admit it, my half-demon fellow here is madly in love with Kikyo and Kagome, both of which are certified and confirmed women."
"And look at this fucky writing. 'OMG, Mirkun, u r my lust panda!' First off, I'd never say something like that, secondly, what the mother-fucking fuck is a 'lust panda'?! Honestly, how the fuck did you think you'd get away with this fucked-up shit?!" He yelled, now visibly foaming at the mouth.
"You're not going to...kill me are you?" she said, swallowing nervously.
"Of course not. The punishment must fit the crime as they say, and we've cooked up a most suitable, though survivable, revenge," Miroku said. His cheerful smile worried Clover much more than Inuyasha's rabid anger.
"You're not going to gang-bang me are you?" Clover asked, trying to hide her enthusiasm for the idea.
"Don't flatter yourself," Inuyasha jeered at her, "you'd just enjoy that. We're going for something that will cause you all the pain and humiliation that you inflicted on us."
Miroku simply winked at her and pulled a lever.
Clover fell through the floor was sitting in the cafetiria with Sam. As Sam was eating her lunch, one of the sushi peices fell down into Clover's cleavage. "Sorry, I'll get that," Sam said, and without waiting for an answer, suddenly inflicted on Clover a cold feeling of clammy hands in a region where platonic friends have no buisness being. "Yeep! Stop that!" Clover yelled as she violently twisted her chest away from her "friend" only to get a smack on the bottom. She leapt from her seat, disorientedly half-groping herself in a flurry of confusion as to which private regions to protect and sprinted from the room. "Sam" simply gave a a little grin, said aloud "I love it when they run", and started skipping off after her Pepe Le Pew style.
"Here Clover, here Clover, come out wherever you are you sexy little bitch." Called Sam. Clover was standing nearby with a lampshade over her head, sweatdropping. "Hmm, this lamp looks oddly attractive. I wonder..." Sam pulled the string to turn on the "lamp".
"Click!" Clover said, and did her best to look glowing and radiant. Sam looked around, pulled the string again. "Click" Clover repeated. Sam gave her one last suspicious look, then walked away and continued her search.
Clover breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew! That bought me some time, but I'm gonna have to think my way out of this."
After frowning for a while, a tiny, lazer-pointer-sized light bulb appeared over her head. "I've got it! I'll just do one of those sappy, conquering-your-fears things."
Clover ran up to Sam. "Alright. Even though you're a close friend, and you're nerdy and unfemanine and have a smaller rack," Sam sweatdropped and cringed at the volly of insults, "that doesn't mean you're attracted to girls. You're my friend, and just my friend, nothing more."
"Convincing argument, but I'm still gonna sex you up good anyway." Sam said, and then gave a demonic grin. "Oh screw it," Clover said and, with an exasperated look, she grabbed a chair and slammed Sam on the head with it. Sam cocked her head curiously, then her eyes went wide before turning to little KO-swirlies as she slumped to the ground. Clover then dragged her into a locker, shoved her in, and closed it, ignoring her futile banging and pleas as she walked away.
Clover went back to Inuyasha and Miroku. "Hah, I foiled your attempted yuri."
"I told you that idea sucked," Inuyasha said to Miroku. Miroku was about to reply when he felt something pinch his rear, and turned around to see Clover.
"Hey! That kind of hurt, and made me feel violated and degraded."
Inuyasha and Clover stared blankly at him, minds reeling from the sheer irony.
"What?" Miroku asked in an innocent tone.
"Oh forget it. Anyway, time for plan B," Inuyasha said with a fanged grin.
"Plan B?" Clover asked with a somewhat frightened look.
"Yep, the fun way." Inuyasha flexed his claws.
"Meep," said Clover, shrinking into a chibi, and then running with her legs in a cartoony speed blur. Inuyasha just smiled and pounced after her.
As fast as Clover went, the leaping Inuyasha was just faster. He was gaining, closer, closer. He let loose an Iron Reaver attack. The deadly slash hurtle towards her, and-
She awoke in a somewhat uncomfortable position in her bed to the sound of her own scream, sweating and gasping for breath. Wow...that was weird...thank god it's just a dream. As she looked at the clock and adjusted her position, she felt a cramped feeling in her stomach. She let loose a juicy belch and felt something come up. Impulsively she spit it into her hand and looked at it. The bitch's hair pin? How'd that get in here? It was only a dream...
The white haired Inuyasha popped his head out from underneath her bed and cackled "OR WAS IT?!"
It had been a long and weird day. Clover had planned on spending the day with a new boyfriend, but he pulled out at the last minute, snatched away by that black-haired bitch, her eternal rival in fashion, popularity, and love. Because her friends Sam and Alex thought she would be occupied they had gone off to do other things, so Clover contented herself with a day-long binge of eating junk food, watching TV, and surfing the web. Her web content had been a mixture of beefcake shots, online shopping, yaoi-filled fanfics, and posing as a male in a gay chat room and then doing something unmentionable that left her with a sticky keyboard. She even accidentally found some weird website that was all about anime girls (especially ones from pokemon) eating and getting fat, and being seriously creeped out by the idea, she returned to reading a poorly written and out-of-character online story with Inuyasha doing something unspeakable to Miroku involving a pumpkin and large amounts of whipped cream.
Her television viewing had mainly consisted of fragments of corny made-for-TV movies, some stuff on the sci-fi channel, a dashing of MTV, and even a little bit of Mike and the Bots (which she would claim she was only watching until fashion court came back from commercial break, but deep down she loved it in all its nerdy hilarity, as do we all.)
She also even had a brief but memorable mission where she battled some split-personality double-psycho creep with white hair and a rod marked with an eye that controlled minds who was trying to open up a portal to a shadowy nether-universe.
But like all things, no matter how long it seems, each day must come to an end. Her mind bloated with B-movies and images of guy-on-guy action, her stomach bulging out a good five inches and bloated with ice cream, nachos, soda, and a generous supply of pudding pops along with gods-know-what-else from the day’s long snacking, she stumbled off to her bed, pulling back the covers and tucking herself in. Both portions tired out from a long and fun day, she slowly slipped away unconscious, into the temporary death that we humans refer to as sleep.
But all was not finished. Just as the day’s food was still yet to be digested fully and integrated into her body mass, the days thoughts were still stored in the clumsy form of short term memory. As the food must be broken down by digestive acids, then sucked into the vacuoles and rearranged to form part of the whole, so were the previous thoughts, feelings, and sensations being crumbled apart to tiny fragments and built up in a new and alien order. During this process some level of mental attention was needed to conduit this data through, so her mind was called into a semi-concious state, partially aware of the surroundings formed by the information flowing through her as her brain clumsily tried to piece it together into a coherent string of events. This is...
CLOVER’S DREAM
At some undeterminable point Clover’s thoughts shifted into her (apparent) surroundings, and both were centered on her recently acquired and later stolen boyfriend. In this dream he was not stolen. He was all hers; she gazed upon him from above, from below, from the side, checking him out front and back, within and without, all simultaneously. She gazed upon his sparkling glory for minute eons. Some timeless time passed before she had the presence of mind to manifest in a corporeal form, so she did so and wrapped her arms around him as soon as she had realized them into existence. She held him tight, nuzzling him affectionately. She then turned over to grab some breath mints, and he was gone. She went about searching for him but to know avail. Then that nasty, black-haired bitch came. “What are you doing in my room?!” Clover screamed at her, but she simply went up to slap her. Clover grabbed the hand and stopped it, then blocked the other hand when it came towards her, and the dark-haired vixen extended a third arm that struck her with a bitch-slap sending her flying. The vixen took advantage of her four arms to start rapidly snatching all of Clover’s possessions, her bed, her outfits, her accessories. She went to fight her off and get it back, but the many arms soon twisted and stretched into even more tentacles.
Her boyfriend came riding in on a Pegasus, armored and ready to save her, a shining knight. She leapt up to embrace him, but then the hateful tentacle-bearing woman snatched him away from her, the dream mirroring the previous events of reality. She could only witness the horrific scene as the two snuck into an ally and came out with a family of new children, who rapidly grew up to more of the same. They built more houses and snuck into beds, and soon there stood before her and entire city of black-haired bitches, laughing and mocking her.
She endured it when she was awake and in full control of her impulses, but she was not taking any crap now. She ran towards the city, intent on bringing serious pain injury to her ebony haired enemy and hit her head on a building, because apparently it had only been a few feet away. They all seemed so tiny. Then she saw as she looked around that it wasn’t tiny, she was big, standing nearly 34 feet tall. She quickly set about reaching into an open window and grabbing one of the dark-haired antagonists, pulling the struggling rival out and suspending her wriggling body several stories above the ground. She stared at her foe and her face was lined with a 5 foot wide evil toothy grin as she thought of what to do with her.
The next few segments will contain: Vore, Property Destruction, temporary aquisition of traits normally associated with giant monsters, electronically masked nudity, and italian stereotypes. You have been warned.
Clover made up her mind and chuckled anticipatorily. She pulled her prey close up to her face and opened her mouth wide. The black-haired girl let loose a long scream as she was shoved into Clover’s gaping maw. Clover then pushed her back, cornering her pressed against the back of Clover’s throat by the powerful tongue, then there was a brief reflex action and with a “Gulp!” Clover swallowed her. She gave a satisfied smile and licked her lips and lightly patted the stomach in which her rival was now imprisoned. She then started looking for more.
The obvious first source was the building she pulled this one out of. Her powerful hand broke through the window and grabbed another identical prey, this one fresh out of the shower. Even though the towel came off there remained a digital mask over all the naughty parts briefly exposed in the interim period of visibility between the building and Clover’s chops. She repeated this process a few times until her hand got stuck. Frustrated she struggled to pull it free, and with it took a large chunk of building. The structure slowly lost support and crumbled to a heap of rubble, taking out some of the adjacent buildings as well. She shrugged, kind of enjoying reeking destruction out here. Just for fun she battered down another building with her giant strength before moving on to explore the snack-filled city.
She saw a train speed along and stopped it with her outstretched hand, the lifted it in her mouth Godzilla-like (in fact, she kind of looked vaguely like Godzilla, with green skin, a tail, those fin-things down her back, monster feet, sharp teeth, and claws on the ends of her fingers), then peeled off the back of the vehicle and proceeded to empty the contents into her mouth. She then discarded the train and rubbed her tummy, which had started to bulge out, and gave a relatively small burp.
Over at a large pizza restaurant Clover pulled of the giant neon pizza from the sign and took a bite, then spat it out in disgust. Note to self: Just because you’re big, does not mean the fake giant pizza will be edible.. She lifted off the top and proceed to look at the restaurant patrons. They were mostly fat Italian men and women (by now she had forgotten that everyone in the city was a duplicate of her rival). Eager for a change from the stick-like girls she’d been eating, she savored the mass of the round, juicy, pizza-fattened customers and the filling effect they had in her still fairly vacant tummy, with cries of “AAAUHG!” and “Mama Mia!” as they were thrust down her gullet. Some mafia members shot at her, but the bullets bounced of harmlessly and she ate them for trying. She then went on to press the “giant” button on the oven and out popped a pizza fit for her dimensions. After slapping a few people on for want of pepperoni she proceeded to dig in.
Having finished off her pizza, her stomach now bulging out like a basketball, Clover wandered over through the city eating random people, crushing cars, knocking down buildings, and breathing fire at things, until she arrived at a massive site. The sign boldly proclaimed:
Chocolate Factory
Clover crawled in through the massive doors to gaze upon the glories it beheld. Huge vats of chocolate, massive raw chunks being hammered and carved and leveled to perfection, bubbling tubes of sugar and rich milk, and filled with round little workers.
She went over and lifted up a tub of molten chocolate and began to empty it. A worker came over to stop her and yelled something about her not being with the tour group. She grabbed him with her toes and held him underfoot while she finished the chocolate before eating him and licking the delicious cocoa off her lips. She saw some weird candy things being spun and random objects being dipped in chocolate, labeled, and thrown into a laundry-shute thing, and she suddenly got an idea.
She started grabbing the workers and then dumping them in the vats, pulling them out as chocolate-coated treats. Soon she had them all assembled, ready, and packed them away like popcorn while watching some anime on a wide TV screen that replaced the wall. The show is inuyasha, and suddenly miroku and inuyasha begin embracing each other. The camera shifts to a view of clover's face before things can get dirty. We can tell by some of the flecks of dialogue and the expression on her face that things are progressing quite rapidly. Kagome and sango walk out from behind the television (they are giant too, probably because they came from the TV and the screen is huge) and sit down next to clover, partaking of the chocolate-coated people munchies along with her. After a while however, Inuyasha and Miroku woke up in bed, saw each other, screamed, and glared at Clover from the screen before quickly redressing themselves and walking off. Kagome and Sango, seeming a little dissapointed by the end of the little "exhibition", went back into the TV, and Inuyasha angrily whacked clover on the head before reaching out and turning off the screen.
"aw damit just when it was getting gud.
" she said, using that exact spelling, grammar, and emoticon. Sitting there in the factory she was left with little to do but guzzle chocolate and factory workers.An unknowable amount of time later she was finished. Her clothes were stained with chocolate, her face was all smeared with it, and her stomach was bulging more than a basketball. She also looked like she'd put on about 50 pounds, with a general apple shape. She shoved one last screaming factory worker into her mouth, rubbed her tummy, and gave a huge burp that shook the builiding and broke most of the windows. "BRAAAAAAAP!
Nothing left but to sit their and lick the remnants of chocolate off her face and enjoy the nice way all that good stuff settled in her stomach. "It's too cramped in here!" came a voice from her tummy. "Shut up Hugo, I'm not going to feed you any ham!" she said and gave her belly a light punch.
BUZZ!!!
Clover turned off the alarm with a small hammer and then looked at the other clock. "Oh crap, I'm late for school!"
Chapter Frognal, or "You didn't honestly think she really woke up, did you?"
Clover went off to school, not remembering she was still dressed in her pajamas. Also about half of the people in the room where Alex, Sam appeared to have some psychic power as she was levitating her pencil and manifesting an egg salad sandwich through sheer will, and the black-haired-bitch (hereafter referred to as the BHB) had horns, long clawed arms, and fangs. All her friends where as well, it was as if the school was having a giant pajama party. The class was math, and it was taught by here science teacher, and she was handing out an essay test. Clover got onto some sort of three-dimensional wire-frame computer, and worked out her essay.
When she handed it in the teacher (who was now a guy with wings) got angry at her. "You call this an essay? There's too many exclamation points and not enough gerunds. Eclamation point, exclamation point, exclamation point. You should change your name to exclamation point!" Out of rebellion she got annoyed and said "Alright, I will. My name is now '!' forever and always." When she said that smoke came up in the classroom, and her spy suit turned black with a white exclamation point on it.
A long black car pulled up to her, and a very handsome german man of about 21 rolled down the window to speak to her. "I have always wanted to make love to a woman with a name composed entirely of punctuation." In the limosine there was also a deer skeleton and a fat man making out with a murderer, as well as a nun. The nun called a whore and flipped her off, so clover grabbed her and tossed her out through the construction paper window.
They got into a bed, and as the man slowly pulled down his trousers he revealed a howler monkey. "Touch it, touch my monkey! Touch my monkey!" he said both commandingly bold and hypnotically soft. She said "Aaaah. I am scared." in a dispassionate manner, somehow aware that she should be afraid and wanting to avoid the howler monkey lest it bite her, but she felt no fear or emotion at all. She screamed dispationately as she briskly walked away from it.
After school Clover went to her favorite arcade, by the ski game where she would find young boys to press against was shut down and the DDR was out of repair, so she had to go play at the Ms. PacMan game. She wasn't very good and pac man died on the first level. Two little construction paper freak showed up. "Oh my god, you killed Ms. Pacman!" said the first. "You bastard!" accused the other. She was annoyed and freaked out at the same time, so she tore apart and burnt up one and ate the other one, seasoning him with that paste she used to use in first grade art projects. She then realized that with Ms. PacMan dead she had to finish the game, so she jumped into the screen.
Mm, I never thought that little white dots could be so delicious! They taste like a cross between peppermint candies and chocolate malt balls! she thought as she gulped down another...
Clover went happily through the maze, munching dots. "Wakka...wakka...wakka. Hm, I wonder wakka why I wakka feel compelled to say 'wakka' everytime I wakka eat a wakka dot?" As she meditated upon this question, filling her belly and grabbing some giant cherries, she came upon something horrible. It was non other than the BHB, floating lightly, spectral, orange, translucent body, and with a blood-stained axe embedded deep in her head.
"Hello Clover. Miss me?"
"Hey, I ate you! All of you!"
"I'm a ghost, you stupid bitch!"
"Okay, that's it, you're dead!"
"Yes, I am dead. I'm a ghost. Way to go, einstein."
"Oh, right. You're literally dead."
"Yes, and soon you will be too!"
"Over my dead body!"
:rolleyes: "Like, that's the idea, Clover. Wow, you really are as dumb as you look."
With that ghost-BHB pulled the ink-stained axe out of her skull, and attempted to plant it in clover's. Clover jumped out of the way and did a wild-take, snapping into chibi-mode, her eyes bulging out like dinner plates, her tongue shooting out ten feet, and little police alarms going off on her head. She then started running, here legs a little motion blur.
"Wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka!" she screamed in terror as she rounded a sharp turn. Panting, she rested to catch her breath next to light blue ghost BHB who was holding her own severed head by the hair. "I think I lost her," breathed Clover. "Yep, I think you did" said the severed head. Clover stood there for a while, then turned and looked directly at the head. The head hissed at her in an unholy manner. "AAAAH!" she screamed, tossed away the head, and started running again. "Hey, you can't do that to me! Over her lummox!" said the angered head as her body fumbled for her.
Clover was making her way along and ran into a frankenstien-like pink ghost, and then a chainsaw-weilding red one. As she tried to get out around the turn she found to her horror that they were coming that way too, she was trapped. "No, please, at least let me have one last meal before I die," Clover pleaded. "Well, alright, but just one dot," said the impatiant specters. "That's all I need," said Clover, before choosing and eating the biggest, juicest dot she could find. "He he he, suckers!" she said. The ghosts started to change. Their variety of spectrums all shifted to a dark blue. There normally darker eyes, mouths, and other features turned white. Their inky insubstantial forms became corporeal and fluidic, like some kind of gelatin or something. The once-pink one licked itself. "We're...tasty!" The formerly orange one banged it's head on the wall. "And solid." Suddenly the they were staring down Clover, armed with a knife and a fork and wearing a bib with a blue ghost image on it. "Uh-oh," the phantoms said in unison. "You're mine!" said Clover, and began to give chase.
The first one to get eaten was the slow-moving once-red one. Clover simply leapt upon it, opened her mouth wide and slurped it up like a jello shot. Her belly shook and jiggled and quivered from the jelly-like ghost trapped inside as it bulged out in front of her, riding up and pushing back her shirt till it barely covered her breasts with only the ghost apron hanging over it. "Yummy!" she squealed, before going after the next ghost that used to be light blue. "Boo!" she yelled as she came at it from around a blind corner, startling it so that it dropped its head, which it then tripped on. An appetizer! she thought as she grabbed the head and swallowed it with her own, then washed it down with the rest of the ghost. Next she ran into the chainsaw weilder. It tried to slice her, but its once solid chainsaw now swooshed harmlessly through her, and came back full circle dismembering itself. She ate it up bite by bite.
Clover rested, licking the last bits of ectoplasm from her lips. With her stomach bloated up to three times her body size, she could barely even move, but fortuenately she didn't have to. The last ghost came running and slipped, falling directly into her mouth. She licked her lips contented and let loose and earth shaking belch. However that belch released something other than air. Four pairs of floating eyes headed off, eager to regrow their bodies for revenge.
Clover sat their, rubbing her big bloated belly, digesting, thinking of how delicious ghosts tasted, when her ectasy was interupted by a chorus of familiar voices.
"We're baaaack!" cried the apparitions.
"But I ate you...again!"
"If it didn't work the first time what made you think it would work again?"
They pursued her until the next power dot, where pursuer and persuee where reversed. They repeated the cycle a while in a scooby doo style montage until there was but one line of dots left. Behind her she was being chased by the last of the ghosts. She had to eat her way through this level and then she would be safe. "Wakka...wakka...wakka" she said, making her way past, just a few more dots. She went chomping past the portal to the exit. Her boyfriend stood with open arms.
"Clover, I thought you'd never co-"
CHOMP!
"Oh, my sweet...wait, where'd you go? I know my hot guy was here a second ago," pondered clover, her boyfriend-sized gut bulging out in front of her. "BUUUURRP!" she belched loudly, then turned and looked at her full belly and realized what had happened. "Oh crap, I ate my boyfriend. Don't worry, I'll get you out of there!" There was a gurgling as her digestive juices worked inside, then the soft florb as the nutrients distributed throughout her body turning to fat. She lovingly poked the bulging gut that was now the earthly remains of her boyfriend. "Oh, I hardly knew yee. We never had a chance to embrace, to kiss, to make love, to engage in wild and kinky stuff with a third guy pulled off the street and 45 quarts of ice cream topping." She let a single tear roll down her face. The moment of silence was interupted by the impatient gurgling of her stomach. "Shit. Now I'm hungry again. You'd think my true love would be more filling."
Clover sat there all by herself. "I'm so lonely...and hungry."
"I think I can solve both those problems," said a voice. It was a slim, muscular boy of about six feet of height. His brown eyes and somewhat curly brown hair adorned a face only slightly marred by a sparse touch of acne. He couldn't have been much more than seventeen years old. In one hand, he held a fork, in another, a chocolate German forest cake. He raised his eyebrow suggestively and gave Clover a somehow sensuous rhetorical question with a single word. "Hungry?"
"Well, now that you mention it, I am kind of-MMMPH!" she said, as the boy shoved the entire cake into her mouth. "Whoa, slow down!" Clover said as soon as she swallowed. "Sorry, I'm not very good at self control," the boy said, blushing . "Thats okay," Clover said. The boy then turned to grab a large chocolate chip cookie. "Waaaaait a sec, you aren't one of those sicko pervs that get turned on be stuffing girls, whatamucallem, feeders, are you?" she said, eyeing him suspiciously. The boy sweatdropped and fidgeted nervously. "Um...er...no?" he suggested. "Okay, I automatically believe you!" Clover said and opened her mouth wide. "Fill 'er up." she said, indicating her yawning trap with a finger. "As you wish," the boy said, readying a bucket full of fried chicken. She grabbed the container and emptied it before he had a chance to hand-feed her and waited for more. He then lowered a tiny pie to her mouth and nearly lost a finger. "Mmm, that tasted Yami, I mean, yummy," she said, licking her lips. <<<Foreshadowing
Yami, I mean, "the boy", got to work feeding away and clover eagerly and diligently ate. Pork chops, steaks, entire fried chickens, three cheese lasagnas, all were dropped into her eager maw. Her body softened and stretched and grew. Her weight shot up. 120 pounds...150lb...200...300! Somewhere around 425 pounds however, a most grevious tragedy occured...
"Oh no!" the boy said.
"What?"
"We're out of food!"
"That can't be!"
"I guess I'll just have to make some then," he said. "Aw, it's nice to have a guy who cooks for me instead of excepting me to make him food. Not that I have any problem with making somebody dinner of course. And it's so nice that you don't care about my size, but aren't some kind of fucked up deviant who's actually attracted to fat women," Yami laughed nervously but Clover didn't seem to notice.
Yami (why keep the charade up any longer?) went to work getting the materials needed for a meal. Sauces, meats, veggies, and massive amounts of bread dough. "I'm gonna make the world's biggest sandwich for you," he said. However, during the creation, misshaps occured. "Ah crap, I got mustard all over myself!" Yami said, as his aim with the mustard bottle slipped. "Dangit, now I've got grated cheese and mayonaise all over myself," he said as he somehow slipped and fell face-first on to the partially coated bread. "OW! HOT! AAAAIIEEE!" said Yami as he slipped into the giant toaster, followed by a "AAAAAAH!" as he popped out of the toaster and ran, and an "aaaaaah..." as he cooled himself off in some nice cool pickle relish, then finally "oh dangit, I seem to have managed to toast myself to a succulent golden brown." At the same time the toaster had managed to burn Yami's clothes to ash, which disintegrated. As soon as he realized his immodesty, he covered things up by quickly fashioning a crude garment out of lettuce, bread, and tomato, somewhat to Clover's dissapointment.
It it weren't for Clover's detached dream-like dissonence and semi-concious state she wouldn't automatically trust Yami's statement that he was not a feeder. If it wasn't for her delusioned location between being and nonbeing she would have spotted a suspicious pattern in Yami's accidents. But she was not up to her concious self, she was dreaming.
"He he he" Yami chuckled to himself. She doesn't suspect a thing! XD
Yami, now thoroughly spiced, sauce-coated, toaster-tanned and garnished, presented Clover with the giant sandwich. "Ta-da!" he said. It measured roughly nine feet long and seven feet wide. It was piled with lettuce, tomato, a wide variety of cheeses and sauces, meat from nearly every animal in existance and some from animals not in existance, like some savory red dragon flanks and unicorn steaks.
Well, it doesn't look that filling, but I don't want to hurt his feelings, she thought.
Clover set to work munching the sandwich, devouring it in no time short, and licking her face and fingers clean of the tangy goodness. "Thanks, it was delicious," she said to Yami. "Can I have a thank-you kiss? Yami pleaded, going all puppy-eyes. "Okay," Clover said, and gave him a little kiss. "You're so sweet. And...tangy, toasty, fresh..." clover started to get an entranced look in her eyes with the hynpotized swirls, and began licking her chops. "Oh no, help me, I'm gonna get eaten!" Yami cried in false distress. As he struggled gently when she picked him up, shoved him down and swallowed him it was all he could do not to dive right in.
Once she had finished licking her lips clean and picking the bits of clothing thread from her teeth, she snapped out of it. "Oh crap, I ate another one. I seem to tear through boyfriends like a fat schoolgirl scarfs down pizza lunchables."
Clover wandered through an art gallery with pictures seemingly arranged at random. A picasso was sitting right next to a screenshot from Inuyasha which was adjacent to a doodle she had made in fourth grade. All of a sudden she heard a loud "foomp!" followed by a shriek. She found her way upon a bunch of anthropomorphic animal girls, some of whom were fat. A short cat with sunglasses walked up to one of the skinny ones and touched her, *foomp*, and she swelled up like a military liferaft.
"Who are you?" Clover asked. "I'm hoodah," the cat said.
Clover tactfully went away from that area of the gallery, not wanting to get foomped. As she backed off she stumbled into a landscape and then fell off a dramatic cliff peak. Fortunately she landed on something soft and fluffy and comfortable. "Hello there" the girl she was resting on said. Clover looked at her. The girl wasn't actually fat per say, but more seemed to be stuffed with some kind of fluffing or cotton, like some kind of living pillow. There were other soft and cushiony girls around there, interspersed with actual fat girls and even a pregnant one. There were fountains of mountain dew, and a guy with spikey black hair and all dressed in blue, wearing a white and red striped tall hat.
"Hello," said Clover, "Who are you?"
"My name is Ataru,
I got this hat
from a cat
and with it I will make you fat"
"Thanks, but I think I'm fat enough
I don't like that expansion stuff"
"Okay, how 'bout some food to you I bring?"
"Dunno, will it be fattening?
I won't be tricked, that's for sure"
"Oh, you're no fun anymore"
Clover heard a rumbling noise. A bunch of anthros came running, fleeing something, and she found herself staring up at the biggest, fattest, green cat girl she had ever seen. It was a suprise she was still mobile somehow, and she seemed to almost slide or ooze along the floor. The big green cat girl was eating everything and everyone in sight. Without a moments pause she grabbed and ate Clover. "Oog, now I know how my boyfriends felt," she said inside the giant green kitty's fat belly.
There in the stomach, Clover noticed Shippo, there, although he looked like he was 18. "Hey, you want out?" he asked. "How?" clover asked as she walked up to him. "Alright, listen carefully. First you have too- 0_0 " Shippo's eyes went wide as Clover started squeezing his little butt Mirko style. Shippo then whacked Clover over the head and she fell down with an anime head-bump. "Stop that! I'm only using a temporary aging spell you pedophilic perv!"
"I'm sorry" Clover said, eyes all spinny from the blow. "Now, as I was saying, you have to go down the upper edge of the small intestine and squeeze the blue-you're not paying attention are you?"
Clover was staring at another sight in the stomach, what appeared to be Inuyasha and Miroku french-kissing each other. She started to move closer to them. "Don't touch them you idiot, they're enzymes!" Clover reached out to grab Miroku's shoulder and felt a stinging sensation. She pulled her hand back and they turned towards her revealing their faces to be blank and devoid of facial features except for a pair of insectoid pinsirs. The enzymes clacked their pinscirs and dribbled foam, and Clover ran away screaming. "What a n00b. >_>" Shippo said.
Guided by Shippo, Clover eventually found her way out.
"Good bye shippo"
"Good bye, Clov-AH!"
Was again Clover's hand found its way to Shippos bottom, and once again he hit her over the head.
"You're like a female Miroku. -_- " Shippo said. "You're friggin hopeless."
Clover found that the experience had given newfound powers. She started swooping about the city until she ran into a golden robot with a vaguely Aztec design and the shape of a human female with an hourglass figure. The android lashed out at her with its golden sword...
Clover saw the wound, but felt no pain, only hunger. As she went into a food court in her favorite mall and began eating. As she stuffed her mouth with mashed potatoes, biscuits, and fried chicken, she felt the wound heal, the flesh regrowing to replace that lost and then some. She felt some vague inclination to stop, but it all tasted so good. Her stomach bulged, her pants tightened, her shirt road up, and she continued feasting until the pimple-faced cashier told her there was none left. With that she barely slowed down and simply scarfed him. She went on to other parts of the food court and ate the people there when there was no prepared food left. By this time she was 11 feet tall and looked as if she weighed 424 pounds.
She somehow accidently wandered into the appliance section and felt very small. The walls stretched up above her. The stocked shelves glared down. She still continued to eat people up like popcorn, but it was a nervous snacking, like nail-biting almost.
Then she stopped when she saw the television. It was huge. Although it couldn't have been more than 3 feet high, it seemed to dwarf her with its dark immensity. It seemed to be breathing, a threatening mixture of breath and growl, fog lazily drooling out of it. It radiated menace, and though it had no face she could tell it was glaring at her with a look of hatred. It flicked on of its own volition jumping through terrifying scenes. A toy monkey that killed something everytime it clanged its cymbols, a man having his neck ripped out by his possessed cat, a creepy old red-haired woman who looked like a pillow with features, a sinister clown named pennywise, darth vader, and an oompa-loompa tribe.
The malevolent screen rose higher and higher, swaying hypnotically. It began to twist into a long, shimmering glass tube, with dials for eyes, it's outlet plug-in mutated into fangs. It wrapped around her and began squeezing. "Iiii ammmm theee Pythohn" it breathed out. She struggled, but it just seemed to tighten its grip no matter what she did.
There was a loud crack, and the television python shattered into a broken TV box. She looked up for her saviour, and her gaze met the welcome faces of...
Inuyasha and Miroku?!
"You saved me!" she squealed with elation, her eyes going all lovey.
"Yes," said Miroku, who had already begun firmly massaging her tush. "And we would be willing to accept any-"
"We saved you from Python so that we could take you out ourselves!" interrupted Inuyasha with his usual angry flare. "BWHA?!" a startled Clover sputtered out.
"It's true. You see, my companion and I are extremely upset by a certain, erm, 'document' you produced with us as characters." Clover felt the clammy preminitions of dread inching up her...or maybe that was just Miroku's hand.
Inuyasha yanked out a microsoft word document and read the title accusingly. "'Molars of Passion', a fanfic filled with hot Miroku x Inuyasha action, by DDgirl, aka CLOVER!"
"Oooh, you mean that fanfic," she said, sweatdropping.
"First off, you should know for a fact that Mirkoku and I are straight as arrows. The pervy monk there grabs every pair of female cheeks that cross his line of sight," Inuyasha said.
"And, while he won't outright admit it, my half-demon fellow here is madly in love with Kikyo and Kagome, both of which are certified and confirmed women."
"And look at this fucky writing. 'OMG, Mirkun, u r my lust panda!' First off, I'd never say something like that, secondly, what the mother-fucking fuck is a 'lust panda'?! Honestly, how the fuck did you think you'd get away with this fucked-up shit?!" He yelled, now visibly foaming at the mouth.
"You're not going to...kill me are you?" she said, swallowing nervously.
"Of course not. The punishment must fit the crime as they say, and we've cooked up a most suitable, though survivable, revenge," Miroku said. His cheerful smile worried Clover much more than Inuyasha's rabid anger.
"You're not going to gang-bang me are you?" Clover asked, trying to hide her enthusiasm for the idea.
"Don't flatter yourself," Inuyasha jeered at her, "you'd just enjoy that. We're going for something that will cause you all the pain and humiliation that you inflicted on us."
Miroku simply winked at her and pulled a lever.
Clover fell through the floor was sitting in the cafetiria with Sam. As Sam was eating her lunch, one of the sushi peices fell down into Clover's cleavage. "Sorry, I'll get that," Sam said, and without waiting for an answer, suddenly inflicted on Clover a cold feeling of clammy hands in a region where platonic friends have no buisness being. "Yeep! Stop that!" Clover yelled as she violently twisted her chest away from her "friend" only to get a smack on the bottom. She leapt from her seat, disorientedly half-groping herself in a flurry of confusion as to which private regions to protect and sprinted from the room. "Sam" simply gave a a little grin, said aloud "I love it when they run", and started skipping off after her Pepe Le Pew style.
"Here Clover, here Clover, come out wherever you are you sexy little bitch." Called Sam. Clover was standing nearby with a lampshade over her head, sweatdropping. "Hmm, this lamp looks oddly attractive. I wonder..." Sam pulled the string to turn on the "lamp".
"Click!" Clover said, and did her best to look glowing and radiant. Sam looked around, pulled the string again. "Click" Clover repeated. Sam gave her one last suspicious look, then walked away and continued her search.
Clover breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew! That bought me some time, but I'm gonna have to think my way out of this."
After frowning for a while, a tiny, lazer-pointer-sized light bulb appeared over her head. "I've got it! I'll just do one of those sappy, conquering-your-fears things."
Clover ran up to Sam. "Alright. Even though you're a close friend, and you're nerdy and unfemanine and have a smaller rack," Sam sweatdropped and cringed at the volly of insults, "that doesn't mean you're attracted to girls. You're my friend, and just my friend, nothing more."
"Convincing argument, but I'm still gonna sex you up good anyway." Sam said, and then gave a demonic grin. "Oh screw it," Clover said and, with an exasperated look, she grabbed a chair and slammed Sam on the head with it. Sam cocked her head curiously, then her eyes went wide before turning to little KO-swirlies as she slumped to the ground. Clover then dragged her into a locker, shoved her in, and closed it, ignoring her futile banging and pleas as she walked away.
Clover went back to Inuyasha and Miroku. "Hah, I foiled your attempted yuri."
"I told you that idea sucked," Inuyasha said to Miroku. Miroku was about to reply when he felt something pinch his rear, and turned around to see Clover.
"Hey! That kind of hurt, and made me feel violated and degraded."
Inuyasha and Clover stared blankly at him, minds reeling from the sheer irony.
"What?" Miroku asked in an innocent tone.
"Oh forget it. Anyway, time for plan B," Inuyasha said with a fanged grin.
"Plan B?" Clover asked with a somewhat frightened look.
"Yep, the fun way." Inuyasha flexed his claws.
"Meep," said Clover, shrinking into a chibi, and then running with her legs in a cartoony speed blur. Inuyasha just smiled and pounced after her.
As fast as Clover went, the leaping Inuyasha was just faster. He was gaining, closer, closer. He let loose an Iron Reaver attack. The deadly slash hurtle towards her, and-
She awoke in a somewhat uncomfortable position in her bed to the sound of her own scream, sweating and gasping for breath. Wow...that was weird...thank god it's just a dream. As she looked at the clock and adjusted her position, she felt a cramped feeling in her stomach. She let loose a juicy belch and felt something come up. Impulsively she spit it into her hand and looked at it. The bitch's hair pin? How'd that get in here? It was only a dream...
The white haired Inuyasha popped his head out from underneath her bed and cackled "OR WAS IT?!"
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