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There Katie was, swollen into an egg-shaped mockery of herself. She had to be a good twenty feet tall by now, positively stuffed within seconds of popping, her lips puffed out into a permanent pout. She couldn’t speak if she wanted to, and in that moment all she wanted to do was cry. All this for a little cream-filled chocolate egg. Now her boss had pulled into the driveway. She’d never work as a maid again.

A warm, soft hand pressed against her side. She whimpered, flapping her swollen hands against her firm sides, her stomach flipping nervously. At least her maid costume, by some miracle, had stretched to fit her, but she was a mockery of her former self. Was DeMarko angry? He had to know what had happened to her and why. What if he was so angry he tried to pop her for revenge?

“Hmm,” she heard him hum. Then the hand disappeared, leaving Katie once again alone on the lawn. Was that it? Was he going to leave her here without a word? Katie moaned, feeling the cream inside her grow heavier. It was getting heavier, but it wasn’t expanding. Something new was happening.
There was another crunch of rubber wheels against gravel, and Katie heard voices.

“My goodness, she’s a big one, isn’t she?”

“Well, nobody else tried one of Mr. DeMarko’s personal experiments before.”

“You’d think he’d hide his samples from the help.”

“Goodness, she’s taut!”

“Mmph!” Katie let out a muffled moan as she felt a hand knocking against her sore, swollen sides like a door. The voices dropped to whispers which Katie, from her great height, couldn’t quite make out. Then one woman spoke up above the rest.

“Hello, Sweetie. My name as Hilda Dawson, I’m part of the research division working for Mr. DeMarko. We’re here to take you somewhere safe.”

“Mm-mm. Mmmp-hmm!”

“You’re full of cream, you see. You probably ate one of Mr. DeMarko’s chocolate eggs, right? Well, you see, not all the junk food we produce is actually intended for human consumption. What you ate is what we jokingly call a reproduction egg.”

“Mm-ow-whuh-whuh?”

Katie flapped her hands against her round sides. That didn’t sound good at all! And the cream inside of her was only getting heavier.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie, you aren’t pregnant. But these eggs Mr. DeMarko brings home to enchant personally. We put them in our vats and, from one tiny egg, we get, well, about as much cream as you’ve got inside of you now. It’s very cost-effective but, well…you understand why people aren’t supposed to eat it.”

“Mwo! Mm-hmmph!”

“I’m so sorry. This has happened a couple of times before but we always managed to get to them before they filled up all the way. You’ve now become the largest living repository of cream in the history of confections.”

“Mrs. Dawson, feel again.”

Katie squeezed her eyes shut, squirming as she felt more hands pressing into her sides. She whimpered, kicking her swollen feet until her whole, enormous body jiggled.

“My word,” Hilda Dawson breathed. “It’s solidifying. It’s getting heavier as we speak. We need to get her to the lab immediately.”

“Mmph!”

Katie yelped as a dozen hands pressed against her swollen sides, giving her a hearty push. The world went topsy turvy, her insides churning as thousands of gallons of cream shifted inside of her. She might vomit if she could open her mouth enough, but it remained in its pucker as they pushed and pushed her. After what felt like a lifetime, she felt herself being rolled onto an enormous flatbed. Good lord, she was so big they needed a flatbed truck to move her!

The ride to the lab was humiliating. Cars honked and, from what little she could see of the road, little kids pointed at her, their noses mashed up against their windows. All the while the cream grew heavier inside of her.

When they reached the lab, workers gasped. One even screamed.

“Good Lord, is that…is that a woman?”

“I didn’t know it was possible to get so big and survive!”

“Is she wearing a maid’s outfit?”

Katie groaned, watching the sterile white halls spin as she was rolled down a hall until they brought her to a room full of strange-looking suction cups. The suction cups were attached to seemingly random parts of her body. There was a beep, then sudden pain as they tried desperately to suck the cream out of her, but it was so thick and she felt so heavy. She thought for sure they were trying to pop her when, with a swell of tremendous relief, she felt some of the cream sliding out through her pores.

She wasn’t sure how long she lay like that, caught between pain and sweet relief, before she felt herself shrinking down, down, down. Her limbs began to reappear and she began to sob sweet, creamy tears of joy when, suddenly, it stopped.

“No!” she gasped, flailing her chubby limbs. “Keep going, it’s working.”

“I’m afraid that’s all we can do, miss.”

Katie glanced over to see a middle aged woman with glasses, presumably Hilda Dawson, standing before her with a clipboard. Katie thumped her arms against her round sides angrily.

“What do you mean? Look at me I’m huge! I still can’t walk, I’m round as a globe, I…I…”
“We are sorry about that, Sweetie, but those eggs were not for human consumption.” Hilda marked something on her clipboard. “Still, as you obviously won’t be able to continue your work as a maid, we would like to offer you a modeling position here?”

“Model?” Katie said, baffled. Hilda shrugged.

“Sorry. You don’t really have a choice. But rest assured, you are going to be famous!”

And she was. Katie soon became the bottom-heavy, fat mascot for DeMarko’s annual cream-filled Easter eggs. There were popular commercials of young girls resembling Katie eating an egg and, Pop! There Katie appeared “packed with flavor”. They dressed her in bright, striped costumes to look like an easter egg nestling her in enormous baskets full of jumbo Easter eggs. She was the marketing darling once a year. And the rest of the year? Well. The rest of the year she kept asking herself why she ever ate that damn egg.

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There Katie was, swollen into an egg-shaped mockery of herself. She had to be a good twenty feet tall by now, positively stuffed within seconds of popping, her lips puffed out into a permanent pout. She couldn’t speak if she wanted to, and in that moment all she wanted to do was cry. All this for a little cream-filled chocolate egg. Now her boss had pulled into the driveway. She’d never work as a maid again.

A warm, soft hand pressed against her side. She whimpered, flapping her swollen hands against her firm sides, her stomach flipping nervously. At least her maid costume, by some miracle, had stretched to fit her, but she was a mockery of her former self. Was DeMarko angry? He had to know what had happened to her and why. What if he was so angry he tried to pop her for revenge?

“Hmm,” she heard him hum. Then the hand disappeared, leaving Katie once again alone on the lawn. Was that it? Was he going to leave her here without a word? Katie moaned, feeling the cream inside her grow heavier. It was getting heavier, but it wasn’t expanding. Something new was happening.
There was another crunch of rubber wheels against gravel, and Katie heard voices.

“My goodness, she’s a big one, isn’t she?”

“Well, nobody else tried one of Mr. DeMarko’s personal experiments before.”

“You’d think he’d hide his samples from the help.”

“Goodness, she’s taut!”

“Mmph!” Katie let out a muffled moan as she felt a hand knocking against her sore, swollen sides like a door. The voices dropped to whispers which Katie, from her great height, couldn’t quite make out. Then one woman spoke up above the rest.

“Hello, Sweetie. My name as Hilda Dawson, I’m part of the research division working for Mr. DeMarko. We’re here to take you somewhere safe.”

“Mm-mm. Mmmp-hmm!”

“You’re full of cream, you see. You probably ate one of Mr. DeMarko’s chocolate eggs, right? Well, you see, not all the junk food we produce is actually intended for human consumption. What you ate is what we jokingly call a reproduction egg.”

“Mm-ow-whuh-whuh?”

Katie flapped her hands against her round sides. That didn’t sound good at all! And the cream inside of her was only getting heavier.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie, you aren’t pregnant. But these eggs Mr. DeMarko brings home to enchant personally. We put them in our vats and, from one tiny egg, we get, well, about as much cream as you’ve got inside of you now. It’s very cost-effective but, well…you understand why people aren’t supposed to eat it.”

“Mwo! Mm-hmmph!”

“I’m so sorry. This has happened a couple of times before but we always managed to get to them before they filled up all the way. You’ve now become the largest living repository of cream in the history of confections.”

“Mrs. Dawson, feel again.”

Katie squeezed her eyes shut, squirming as she felt more hands pressing into her sides. She whimpered, kicking her swollen feet until her whole, enormous body jiggled.

“My word,” Hilda Dawson breathed. “It’s solidifying. It’s getting heavier as we speak. We need to get her to the lab immediately.”

“Mmph!”

Katie yelped as a dozen hands pressed against her swollen sides, giving her a hearty push. The world went topsy turvy, her insides churning as thousands of gallons of cream shifted inside of her. She might vomit if she could open her mouth enough, but it remained in its pucker as they pushed and pushed her. After what felt like a lifetime, she felt herself being rolled onto an enormous flatbed. Good lord, she was so big they needed a flatbed truck to move her!

The ride to the lab was humiliating. Cars honked and, from what little she could see of the road, little kids pointed at her, their noses mashed up against their windows. All the while the cream grew heavier inside of her.

When they reached the lab, workers gasped. One even screamed.

“Good Lord, is that…is that a woman?”

“I didn’t know it was possible to get so big and survive!”

“Is she wearing a maid’s outfit?”

Katie groaned, watching the sterile white halls spin as she was rolled down a hall until they brought her to a room full of strange-looking suction cups. The suction cups were attached to seemingly random parts of her body. There was a beep, then sudden pain as they tried desperately to suck the cream out of her, but it was so thick and she felt so heavy. She thought for sure they were trying to pop her when, with a swell of tremendous relief, she felt some of the cream sliding out through her pores.

She wasn’t sure how long she lay like that, caught between pain and sweet relief, before she felt herself shrinking down, down, down. Her limbs began to reappear and she began to sob sweet, creamy tears of joy when, suddenly, it stopped.

“No!” she gasped, flailing her chubby limbs. “Keep going, it’s working.”

“I’m afraid that’s all we can do, miss.”

Katie glanced over to see a middle aged woman with glasses, presumably Hilda Dawson, standing before her with a clipboard. Katie thumped her arms against her round sides angrily.

“What do you mean? Look at me I’m huge! I still can’t walk, I’m round as a globe, I…I…”
“We are sorry about that, Sweetie, but those eggs were not for human consumption.” Hilda marked something on her clipboard. “Still, as you obviously won’t be able to continue your work as a maid, we would like to offer you a modeling position here?”

“Model?” Katie said, baffled. Hilda shrugged.

“Sorry. You don’t really have a choice. But rest assured, you are going to be famous!”

And she was. Katie soon became the bottom-heavy, fat mascot for DeMarko’s annual cream-filled Easter eggs. There were popular commercials of young girls resembling Katie eating an egg and, Pop! There Katie appeared “packed with flavor”. They dressed her in bright, striped costumes to look like an easter egg nestling her in enormous baskets full of jumbo Easter eggs. She was the marketing darling once a year. And the rest of the year? Well. The rest of the year she kept asking herself why she ever ate that damn egg.