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🕑 Added 2020-12-01 04:02:14 +0000 UTCIt was still a weird feeling, waking up.
If she could put her finger on it, Monika might have realized that sleeping reminded her of how things used to be before she was conscious.
Before she was Monika.
Slowly, Monika sat up. She could feel the shifting in her fluffy brown hair, cascading from her scalp like a curtain of frizz and unkempt strands due to her newly formed habit of showering just before bed. It rolled like waves down her smooth shoulders and her fat back, several strands still trapped beneath her overweight bottom.
Instinctively she closed her eyes, trying to connect with her system before she realized her error. There wasn’t an internal connection anymore, no effort of will sparking a connection.
There was only Monika.
The girl yawned, turning it into a vibrating groan as she rubbed her face with both her hands.
She didn’t want to get up yet. In fact, sleep was one of Monika’s favorite things to do since she’d installed her realism patch. Sleeping felt so nice and refreshing, especially since John and her had been studying dream creation together. Not a nightmare, or some empty status, true and real dreams full of meaning and colors. Or, as her lover liked to joke, ‘filled with ones and zeros, and sometimes even twos!’
She thought she might even remember something this time. A hint of color, some sort of pink. It was so close to her, like the taste of a muffin on the tip of her-
Her stomach growled.
The brunette slowly looked down at herself, then shifted the comforter off of her body.
Monika was as pale as she was fat, and she’d made herself very, very fat. Beneath her black spaghetti strap tank top, Monika’s white belly flubbed out over every side. The fabric had rolled up on her as she slept, only covering down to her doughy waist and exposing her deep belly button, which quivered ever so gently as the big and beautiful Monika rumbled with hunger.
Her pants, a pair of extra extra, extra, extra, large pink jammies, were pulled tight over her wide hips. Her thighs were larger than most girls ever could be, looking more like the cushions for an extremely comfortable couch. Even through the fabric, Monika could see the fat rolls that had formed on her knees, but her attention was centered on her offending tummy.
“Are you for real?” she asked. “I just woke up.”
A porky finger poked the exposed midriff. It sank into her stomach as if she really were made of half-baked dough, as white as flour and with a size still rising. Her belly responded with a wanting ‘Ruurrrggghhhh,’ that made Monika lick her lips.
“Fine. Gosh, when did you start calling the shots?”
Her belly didn’t respond that time, perhaps too happily anticipating a good morning treat. Monika knew her mouth certainly was.
The fat girl scooched towards the edge of her bed, her weight causing the frame to slide upon the classroom tile ever so briefly. She really had to consider putting a carpet down, even if it was just for the bed space, but had held off once she realized the realism pack had not only affected her body.
It had affected her entire domain.
Before, Monika didn’t need to sleep. She didn’t need to eat, to drink, to bathe. Why would she? She was just a lowly program, originally designed to function as a character inside of a visual novel. A .chr file that was meant to creep people out for a two-hour horror story, before closing down her game forever.
Now that sounded like a nightmare.
And, in part, it still was.
Monika swung her feet onto the cold tiles. She shivered slightly, briefly considering adjusting the temperature after she got up, but Monika also knew that her weight caused her to billow heat like a furnace. A few minutes of movement and she’d be sweating in no time.
Gosh, she wished she could go back to sleep.
Monika stood up from the bed. She disappointed her tummy by not immediately going for her wide loveseat set in front of her computer station, but instead went to the little nightstand she’d made for herself.
A picture that she’d taken of John was propped up near the lamp, as was a picture of four girls all together. She’d had the picture made by a specialty artist, the same one who had done her upgraded sprites before they’d upgraded to 3D motion. The artist had expressed surprise that somebody would want art from a near decade old game, but had done a really good job capturing the scene.
Monika picked up the frame, sighed, and replaced it next to her photo of John.
Some day. Not today, but hopefully tomorrow. If tomorrow ever came.
Monika instead took her pine-green bow and began to tie back her messy mane of brown hair. She then took her silver crucifix and white choker off of a peg and faceted both adornments around her neck before she finally felt dressed.
Monika’s thunder thighs waged a war in their center as she waddled from her nightstand over to the window. It was clear that she still wasn’t used to carrying all of this weight, taking plodding steps with her arms out slightly as if she feared losing her balance. Her feet made a slapping noise against the tile before she came to her tablet set into the windowsill.
Outside the window was a dark night with an immense golden moon shining over a forest of pine trees. Hundreds of stars winked from around the bright moon, constantly glowing but never moving. She could just barely hear the sound of night fauna chirping and singing through the closed window. Monika tapped on her tablet’s glass.
The black screen came to life, a variety of bright text and lines scrolling into place before fading into a hazy background and the current time appeared near the top of the screen. It was only 11:16 in the morning. Maybe she really could get back to bed.
Instead, Monika swiped up on the time, giving her access to the tablet’s main list.
Monika glanced outside again before she tapped presets.
A numbered list then appeared.
Monika tapped number eleven and the skyline winked into darkness, replaced a moment later by the exact same scene but without the glow of the moon. Instead, a faraway sun took its place, shining high in the mid-morning sky. Clouds spiraled through the air, these ones actually moving unlike their star counterparts, even though Monika knew it was just a cycle. The clouds made the same exact pattern of movement every twenty minutes, as did the tiny woodland creatures that bobbed around in the open field.
The cabin was Monika’s favorite background. It made her feel her age, so far removed from her old high school and the disturbing endless trip throughout the stars. She’d leave this background on for weeks at a time.
She watched a deer slowly grazing near one of the tallest pine trees, which a squirrel now twirled around before darting along a tree branch. A ripple of wind blew across the field and, if Monika tried, she could almost feel the air blowing on her skin.
Then, she froze.
Emeralds flashed in the glare, snapping back the rippling wind flowing over the long grass. It had passed too quickly, giving Monika only a sense of color, a bright magenta. She watched a specific spot, waiting for another ripple. Another sign.
Another ripple of wind passed. The familiar hummingbird passed by the nearby flower field, the deer continued on her long pattern of grazing, but Monika continued to watch.
Nothing happened. Nothing revealed itself, and Monika frowned. Her belly made an impatient sound that made her pout before she sighed, convincing herself she must have seen something. Something that had sparked the memory of her dream.
A small, magenta rabbit, hopping in a field with bows in her hair.
Monika looked over at her tablet, saw the color of the words and the outline. It was her eyes playing tricks on her, like what happened to John when he was up all-night typing. She mimicked her lover, pinching her nose between her thumb and forefinger.
It didn’t help.
Still, another empty glance had Monika relent. She was too hungry to just stand and wait, and her feet were already getting sore from carrying the butterball’s weight.
Not for the first time, Monika felt unsure of herself. She fingered the sliver crucifix around her neck, giving the rolling field one last glance before turning around and heading to her desk.
When she pulled out her seat, Monika forgot about the rabbit. She instead stared at the massive indent that was depressed in her loveseat’s cushion. Monika looked from the chair to her bottom, a backside so flabby it could only be labeled as ‘oppressive,’ and blushed.
“W-we’ll see about… fixing that…” she told the loveseat, as if it could possibly understand. “Sorry.”
She saddled in front of the chair and sat down, aware of the groaning from the seat now more than ever. Her hips were so round that they filled out the entire chair, pushed in by the armrests as she tried and failed to scooch herself forward.
Four-hundred and ninety pounds, mostly fat and with minimal muscle, Monika was panting and sweating after a solid two minutes. She used to tuck herself all the way in, letting her armrests touch the desk so she could easily reach the keyboard, but with a belly the size and shape of a sack full of flour, Monika’s gut folded over the top inches before it could meet the arms.
She collapsed in her chair, heaving for air. The sweat was dribbling down her bangs, over her curvy cheeks and down her soft chin. It joined the droplets from her fat neck and round shoulders, streaming down her arms as well as her cleavage. Resting a hand on her belly, Monika pulled it back after feeling the tiny sweat marks that were already starting to soak into her clothes.
The tubby brunette freed her hair before it could be trapped beneath her rolls of back fat. The long ponytail draped over the head of her seat like cinnamon waves, while most settled on top of her marshmallow skin. Monika leaned back as far as she could, taking a deep breath before forcing herself upright.
Monika had come to appreciate just how important posture had become. If she leaned back for too long, much of her weight would compact onto her lower back, making her achy and sore after only a few hours. She tried to remind herself to sit forward now, tummy folding over her desk and belly trying to make room between her thighs, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that Monika was simply too big for her loveseat.
She waggled the mouse of her computer station before remembering that method wouldn’t work anymore. She had to click a power button on the station to boot up her system. She did so, thumbing the button and receiving an instant feedback on the CRT monitor.
Monika’s system never turned off, not really. She was connected directly to John’s old laptop, the computer from which he’d originally played her game all those years ago. Outdated didn’t even begin to describe the i7 processor, which John had frequently worried over for years until he got all the attachments in place. He now referred to the laptop as a ‘Frankensteined creation,’ whatever that meant.
To Monika, the old laptop was… well, everything. It was her lifeblood, her nervous system, the very core to her being existed only on this old laptop.
Her screen activated with a cheerful tune, the sound of koshi wind chimes blowing in a midwestern wind. Several windows came into place while Monika’s wheezes faded into husky pants, her fingers drumming on the curve of her tummy.
Ten windows loaded in total, covering Monika’s CRT. A permanent program had been pinned, a cheerful pink notification box in her top right corner.
Monika clicked the prompt.
Directly between her belly and her keyboard, an overweight muffin spawned into existence. Golden skin marked with numerous of chocolate chips, the muffin was wrapped in a custom orange wrapper. The scent of it wafted into the air, steam trailing over Monika’s belly, snaking around her chest before being swept into her lungs by her noisy panting.
Monika licked her lips as her stomach growled, the desk trembling her muffin as if in fear before a hammy hand closed over it’s top.
Monika lifted the golden muffin to her nose, sinking as far back into her seat as her gluttony would let her, and sniffed the belly-rumbling scent of her pumpkin-chocolate chip muffin.
She drank in the scent as if she’d been starving for days, letting it roll through her rolls and letting temptation mount. With eyes of sinful desire, Monika looked past the mouth-watering sweet, to the latest window that had popped onto her screen.
Number thirty-nine, hmm? She had only had the muffin program for less than two weeks, but her and her tummy seemed intent on pushing its limits. Over 21,000 calories, just from this muffin.
She really was a fatass, wasn’t she? It seemed so strange now, so totally foreign. Before the realism modification, Monika could never have guessed how good food could be.
Still, even the butterball brunette had quickly formed favorites. Sugary sweetness made the fat girl fawn. Two weeks ago, even though she looked chubby, Monika didn’t weigh a thing. Now, she was gaining weight, and gaining it quickly, surrounding herself with weighty muffins that made her appetite swell and her tummy stretch.
Not every muffin was good, hence her own rating system. Some of them were even bad, the one made with seaweed coming to mind. Fifty-two individual muffins had been coded so far, each with a 1.923% chance of spawning when she clicked her randomized prompt. To make sure she didn’t fall into habits, Monika had set up a single rule. The first muffin of the day had to be random.
There were many combinations she had yet to try, such as ‘apple pecan,’ ‘sour cream with pineapple,’ or the oddly named ‘spud muffins’ from the long list. If she didn’t stick to her rule, never would. Monika could eat a thousand of the one she clenched tight in her porky fingers without getting tired of its wonderful taste.
Her tongue slowly circled her lip, stomach now roaring from her mounting impatience. She wanted to enjoy herself, to relish in this feeling. The weight in her body, the fat in her hips, the hunger in her tummy. She was past overweight, practically past even obese, and being this size could be a true struggle.
But it was the struggle that told Monika that she was alive.
Slowly, deliciously, she finally leaned forward and took her first bite.
Taste, as true as the weight in Monika’s belly, had her sink all the way back on her bottom as an exalted sigh escaped with some crumbs from her mouth. The most delightful mix of butter and pumpkin, a spice that tickled her senses and opened her airways.
She swallowed, taking her second bite before the first had even reached her tummy. Her lips wrapped around the fat of the muffintop, teeth shearing through a blobby chocolate chip and feeling it melt inside of her mouth.
Monika couldn’t help herself. The giddy emotion of pleasure that eating gave her made her smile so much bigger, her bobbing feet creating a rippling jiggle that would have spread through her hips if they weren’t packed so tight in her seat.
And then, all too quickly, the muffin was gone. She could hardly savor her last bite, licking crumbs from her chocolate stained fingers before swallowing the final mouthful.
Monika breathed a tight sigh, leaning back and looking up to the ceiling. She allowed herself a few moments while the sensation swept away from her tongue, the slightest weight added into her stomach.
“Okay, come on girl,” she said to herself. “Up and attem, you’ve got a long day-”
She was clicking the program prompt before she even finished her sentence. Another tubby muffin filled the space on her desk and a new stat window had replaced the first.
Monika gave her treacherous hand a conspiratorial sneer before glancing around her room, as if somebody might take notice. Then she looked up to her webcam and started, realizing that the window that showed her was focused entirely on her belly rolling over the desk.
“Aie!” she shouted, “Hey, how did you fall down?”
Her belly divided in two as she semi-raised herself to the monitor, fixing the webcam so it showed less of her keyboard and more of her body. She’d spent a lot of time finding an optimal angle for that thing, she wasn’t about to not show her own face!
Monika checked the display window and saw herself reflected. A pure little doughball with her black top and emerald bow, the white choker growing tighter and tighter around her fattening neck. But the silver crucifix gave her a slight pause before Monika sighed, smiled at herself, and set about her daily routine.
She worked with her left hand, scooping the cinnamon muffin up with her right and unthinkingly munching. The house cameras were clear, HD video displaying each area in the present time. Monika glanced to another window, spotting the time was now nearly 12:20 on the 25th, causing the girl to receive a sharp shock.
Was it already Saturday? She had thought it was Friday, a usual workday for John and why she’d considered returning to bed. Monika clicked through the house, checking the bedroom and the study displays once more. There didn’t seem to be any sign of him.
Monika tilted her head, looking at another window. In it, a closed journal had a little green ribbon dangling from the bottom. She brightened, only just realizing the open notification, and clicked the cover.
The journal played a short animation, opening to the first page. A very long list filled out multiple lined pages, an index of the written notes her and John had left for one another over the years. These were more like letters than just simple texts, and Monika had never found the strength to delete a single one. She clicked the dangling ribbon, taking her to the most recent addition to the index.
She sighed, looking at the teeny version of herself grinning at her through the screen.
Eighteen-year-old Monika. President and antagonist of Doki Doki Literature Club.
She should see about getting that sprite changed. Maybe to her wearing her green top with her new bow, black shorts clinging to her heavy hips. A girl who looked like a church bell rather than…
Monika waggled her head, her ponytail whipping back and forth before falling over her right shoulder. She realized that she had finished her muffin with hardly even tasting it. She clicked the other window, spawning another fresh muffin and chomping down a bite before she started thinking too much.
She blinked, her tongue mixing the unfamiliar taste around in her mouth before looking at the large muffin. It looked almost like mashed potatoes, something she’d only seen from making it in an automated dinner. But that dish was eaten with gravy or a helping of butter. This muffin was rigid. Slightly crispy, with green garnish.
It took a moment for her to realize that the muffin tasted, in a certain way, like the ice cream dessert she had programmed in. But no, this was hot. Dairy…
“Are you… cheese?” she asked. She looked up to the status box and saw the fresh-spawn’s information.
It wasn’t bad, but not nearly as sweet as she would have liked. She tried another bite, moist and spongy, and this time really focusing on the taste of dairy.
She’d never had cheese before, and had certainly never had anything with pickles. She tried to remember if John ever had pickles with anything.
Something with meat. Maybe… a cheeseburger?
Monika caught a couple of crumbs on her lip. The muffin was very warm, coming apart easily in her grip. She’d have to file that away for further research… maybe add cheeseburgers into her system.
Sufficiently distracted, Monika clicked on the question mark icon inside of the window. She scrolled sideways until she found the appropriate icon, an image of herself shrugging at the camera. She’d be open to trying the muffin again sometime, but it needed something else with it. Something more.
Her duty fulfilled, Monika went back at the journal. Each title was chosen by a word generator that was almost as old as she was, and would open to their individual page. She clicked on ‘Drinking Daylight’ and the journal scrolled forward to a simple page.
Monika unthinkingly clicked her muffin program as she read, feeling a slight elation when she saw the next one would be chocolate, but a much strong damper came from John’s note.
Who was Marcy? Team? John didn’t play sports… did he play sports?
Oh gosh, did he play football?! What if Marcy was a cheerleader?!
Monika was too fat to be a cheerleader!!!
She began running the numbers in her head. If her hip size was eighty-four inches, then…
Her feet wiggled against the tiles, trying to remember if it was football that had penalty goals, or if she was thinking of baseball. She’d read a couple of articles about baseball, but that was for researching diamonds not learning how to play!
She read the rest of the note again, taking a much larger, much more worried bite of her unfinished pastry. Cheesy crumbs crumbs uncaringly fell from her lips and landed in her cleavage, coasting down to her tummy.
She couldn’t ever remember him mentioning a Crimson Snake before. She finished off her weird, cheese pickle muffin, then began to work on her chocolate one, letting it hang in her mouth as she searched ‘Crimson Snake’ in her open web browser.
An immediate result came up from a nearby restaurant and she clicked on it, leading to the restaurant’s homepage. Monika was surprised to see the restaurant’s logo was a rather pudgy looking snake-woman with lengthy red hair and a fanged grin. She winked at Monika from behind a wooden sign professing the restaurant’s name.
Monika searched the restaurant page. It had tabs for hours & location, menu, about the restaurant, private events, gift cards, and another tab for ordering online.
The worried brunette had finished off her fourth high calorie muffin, already working on her fifth as she pouted at the ‘private events’ tab. There was an empty feeling in her tummy, one that her hands and mouth were working quickly to fill. Muffin six simply vanished into her maw as she clicked open another window and pressed the large green button.
A brief moment of silence made Monika aware that she’d begun panting again. Sweat was forming beneath her brown bangs and over her doughy skin, swirling down her puffy arms. She noticed herself in the webcam, now as red as a cherry pastry. She’d shoved half of another chocolate muffin into her mouth, cheeks throbbing as she chewed like a cow.
The window flashed a green ‘Connection Established’ and, from her speakers, a phone began to ring.
The noise startled her, causing her prematurely swallow her half-chewed muffin. It lodged in her throat, causing her to cough twice before managing to force the pastry down her gullet. When it hit her tummy, Monika felt the pool of 2,400 calories flex her middle and making her groan.
The ringing stopped and she heard John’s voice. “Hello?”
Monika’s groan became a wheeze as she nearly folded over her desk to reach the microphone. “H-hwaagh!” she recoiled, forced back by the tightness in her gut, and devolved into a short, sputtering cough that sounded vaguely like a question about cheerleading.
“M-Monika?” John’s voice came through the computer. The window flashed with a video request which, glowing as hot as the sun, Monika denied.
“Hi! Hello, hi, s-sorry,” she stuttered. “Umm, hi. I got your note and… um, wanted to check on you.”
Dumb AI. That’s what she was. What in the world was she doing?!
“Oh, sure,” John said. “We’re doing good. It’s kind of nice being out.”
Monika could hear other voices in the background. Laughter.
She was distracting him.
“You doi- hey, hang on a sec.” She could hear John pull the phone away from his ear. Someone else, clearly a girl, was talking to him. “My fiancée. I’ll be right back.”
Monika went completely pale. All of the color drained out in a rush, leaving her looking like an overweight ghost with glimmering green eyes.
Not knowing what to do, she just sat on her ass until John’s voice came back. “Hey, why’d you refuse the video request? Are you naked?”
Monika swallowed. “N-no… um… I sort of…”
There was another request for a video connection. This time, Monika’s hand moved without thought.
She accepted.
The window changed, a black box loading before John appeared on her screen. He was leaning against a wall of dark wooden planks. It was incredibly apparent that he hadn’t combed his hair after his morning shower, giving him a shaggy, boyish look on his young face.
John didn’t like his appearance. He purposefully dressed in generic, unassuming clothes, usually a button up shirt with a tie when at work or a dark shirt and jeans when hanging around the house. He’d told Monika that he just wanted to blend in.
Monika didn’t see how he ever could. John’s lips widened into a cheerful grin, but it was the glow that came into his soft amber eyes that made Monika’s heart thump louder than her tummy could ever rumble.
“Hey there, Muffin,” he said softly before opening into a chuckle. “You’ve been having breakfast?”
Monika’s eyes fluttered before she finally saw herself. A stream of sweat gleamed off of her fat cheeks, and several other wet spots shone in the artificial daylight of her room. Not only that, but stains of chocolate marked her lips and a dozen crumbs were scattered across her weighty chest.
“Oooooh,” she grumbled, feeling her face melt into a self-depreciative laugh. “That’s so not fair…”
John’s smile broke into a wide grin. “Hey, I won’t judge. Fatty.” He winked.
Monika’s husky laugh broke through, the empty feeling in her stomach washed away. She was blushing again, though now it was a much softer pink, one hand on her cheek and the other over her stomach. “No, you’ll just enjoy it.”
“You’re damn right I will.”
Monika shook her head, turning into a low giggle, feeling the exertion she had put herself on. “I get hot easily,” she repeated for the hundredth time. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to be this fat? Two weeks ago, I technically weighed nothing!”
John snorted. “Yeah, okay. Princess Muffin. Imagine if you had to walk around all day.”
“No thanks. My feet hurt after just a few minutes…” It sounded like it was a bad thing but, as Monika kicked her cankles beneath the desk, she was smiling down at herself.
“So, what’s up?” John asked. “Is everything alright?”
Monika swallowed. She shook her head. “No, it’s… I got dumb again.” She stuck out her tongue, looking away from the camera.
“You didn’t set your preferred language to Spanish again, did you?”
“¿Puede repetir su pregunta, por favor?” she replied instantly, doing her best to put on a curious expression.
That earned a laugh and a glimmer of warmth from his handsome eyes.
Monika could feel herself melting into a pile of fat putty.
She idly fingered her long ponytail as she talked, letting it pool over her belly. “No, not in code. In my dumb head. I just…” Monika grunted, dropping her hair. “I don’t know. I couldn’t remember who Marcy was, and you mentioned team, and I just couldn’t remember and I wanted to see you and...” she trailed off into blowing a long, fat, raspberry.
He hiked an eyebrow at her. “What, did you think I was with a soccer team?”
“Football… actually…”
John stared at her before lifting a hand over his face, clearly trying to hide a smile and stifle a laugh.
“Yeah, yeah!” Monika crossed her arms. “Tease me all you want. I said it was dumb!”
“No,” John said from behind his hand. He removed it and then Monika saw the grin wasn’t jovial. It was the same lustful grin that he’d wore when she had installed the realism mod, feeding her muffin after muffin till she felt like she’d explode. “I’m picturing you in a cheerleader outfit.”
Monika officially reached a furnace level of heat. The sweat on her body could almost turn into steam. She was smiling bashfully as she replied, “Too fat to be a cheerleader…”
“I know.”
A furnace that cooked pastries with the heat of the sun.
Monika gripped her seat, shaking her head back and forth rapidly as thoughts about cramming her fat ass into a tiny miniskirt flooded her head. “You go back to dinner!”
John’s wide grin enjoy her reaction very much. “Lunch,” he corrected.
“Whatever!!”
Monika was then surprised by the slightest sound of a click. She looked up, green eyes going wide as a buttery pumpkin-chocolate chip muffin materialized perfectly upon her desk. A quick glance at her lover had Monika snatch her fortieth treat and take the biggest, fattest, bite she could manage.
His teeth softly grazed his lower lip, and nearly five hundred pounded wiggled with pure joy.
“Oh, one thing,” he started. He glanced away from the phone before continuing. “I know we haven’t played much with the drinks feature yet, but there’s something here that I know that you’d love.”
“Wub if i’,” Monika mumbled through her loaded mouth, too invested to notice she’d sprayed crumbs all over her keyboard. The drink program was brand new, letting Monika actually drink different liquids rather than just giving the illusion like before. All she’d been able to so far try was water, some juice, and a few cans of soda.
“It’s a s’mores pudding shot. It’s really good, and honestly a lot tastier than I’d have thought.”
Monika perked up. She knew s’mores, those were chocolate and marshmallow mashed between a pair of graham crackers. Allegedly perfect for camping out beneath the open stars. Not that Monika could really step out into her cabin background, but she could imagine.
Even packed, with its porcine owner sweating and snorting just to swallow and chew, Monika’s belly wanted the treat. Her free hand navigated the restaurant’s webpage as John continued.
“They’re a bit expensive here, but the decoration is really… you,” he nodded. “Yeah, maybe I’ll try and make something up this week, and we can test it next weekend.”
The drinks menu clicked open, revealing a wide variety of amber colored drinks. They looked sort of like apple juice, but darker, and foamy? Then she spotted the likely culprit, a short glass with a liquid that looked like chocolate milk, topped by a lightly toasted marshmallow with a piece of chocolate sticking in above the brim. It looked delicious, like the drink that would be in a fat girl’s dreams.
She had to have one.
The slight pause gave Monika the foresight to cover her mouth this time, answering in a cheerful, “Okay!”
“Alright. I’ll get going back, then. See you tonight.”
Finally, Monika swallowed her massive mouthful. She bounced in her seat, putting emphasis as John began to lower his phone. “Wait one second!”
John lifted it back up, tilting his head.
Monika felt the embarrassed blush returning. She clasped her hands in front of her, leaning up to the desk with her tummy. “Fiancée, huh?” she smiled.
A very rare blush touched John’s pale cheeks. “W-well… yeah,” he said. “I thought that… you know.”
Monika placed a hand to her breast, her smile growing much more teasing. “I’m afraid I haven’t a clue.” She made a show of flexing her empty left ring finger.
In a very Monika-like motion, John stuck out his tongue. “I’m working on it!! I want it to be right.”
“Haven’t even asked me,” she went on.
John sighed, rolling his eyes. “Monika, will-”
“Don’t you dare ask it right now!!!”
She shouted so fiercely that her lover nearly dropped his phone.
“You can’t ask something like that over your phone! Hmph!” Monika crossed her arms, pouting into the camera. “It’s got to be special!!”
“I can’t really take you to the planetarium.”
Monika’s foot connected with the tile, a lardy slap echoing through her room. “You’re smart! Figure something out!!”
“Alright, okay.” John swept his hand through his hair. “Sorry.
Monika exhaled like a tempered boar. “Don’t be sorry!” Then, more softly. “You’ll come up with something… something sweet. Something perfect. I know you will.”
The young man groaned, pinching his nose between forefinger and thumb. “Thanks for the pressure,” he replied.
It made Monika happy, eliciting a final, husky laugh. “I love you,” she grinned to her John.
“I love you too, Muffin,” he replied to his Monika, and then the video and audio feeds were cut.
Monika sighed, held onto it, and then put both of her hands to her blushing cheeks and screamed with absolute glee. She kicked the floor so hard that her seat scooched back several inches with a horrendous groan, but Monika was too excited to care.
What would he do? How would he ask it? He obviously intended to get her a ring, but everything she’d read about rings seemed so simplistic. Would it be a gold band? Silver? Oh, she hoped it was silver. Gold would be a good wedding band, but an engagement ring should be-
Ohhhhhhh he wasn’t going to know a thing about this!
Still, the idea of him working on something like this. Monika was so happy in that moment that she almost forgot about the webpage she had open. Her eyes centered on the s’mores pudding shot.
There wasn’t a very good description, but another websearch immediately turned up not only a recipe, but clear and concise directions as well. If she accounted for the directions, all Monika really needed to do was program the ingredients into one of her food creation programs and she could spawn an infinite amount.
3 ½ ounces of instant chocolate pudding mix
¾ cup of 2% milk
½ cup of Fluffed Marshmallow Vodka
8 ounces of extra Cool Whip
¼ cup of graham cracker crumbs
½ cup of Marshmallow Fluff
1 Hershey’s Milk Chocolate Bar.
She recognized most of the items, even had a few ready such as marshmallow fluff and graham cracker crumbs. However, other labels eluded her, such ‘chocolate pudding mix’ or ‘vodka,’ whatever that was.
Apparently, this guide could make the equivalent of ten servings of s’mores pudding shots, using ten mini cordial glasses. Monika knew she’d grown far larger than a ten servings girl. Rather than ten individual servings, Monika opened her calculator to determine how large a glass she would need to fill fifteen shots worth, then twenty.
Finally, and with a very pleased shrug, Monika decided she’d use one of the seventy-two-ounce glasses that her drink program could easily spawn. She calculated that she’d be able to double the recipe, and then set to work to code her new drink. A familiar sense of excitement took ahold of her as she worked, an insatiable hunger that wanted from inside of her tummy.
She couldn’t wait to show John her newest dessert.
