Delicious smells fill the house.
By: unknown
A late night thunderstorm was moving in. The wind began to pick up as lightning flashed over the ocean, followed by the loud bang of thunder, and fat drops of rain began to fall from the sky. Except for the storm raging outside, all was eerily quiet in the mansion. Down in the foyer where the crew's belongings were assembled, Darius' small grandfather clock struck midnight and chimed eerily throughout the house.
When it finished striking its bell three times, an almost transparent white smoke began to drift out of the cracks of the door that led to the kitchen. It seemed to have a mind of its own, drifting up the stairs, and it snaked its way to the room where Morgana and Mila were sleeping peacefully.
It stopped when it reached the slumbering bat, floating above her. The smoke began to take shape, forming into a hand, and it drifted closer to Morgana's pointy snout. Her house began to twitch and she, still asleep, her eyes closed, began to rise, attracted by the heavenly smell.
Throwing the covers away, revealing that she was dressed in nothing more than a tunic and underwear, she rose from her bed and followed the smoke, which was silently beckoning her to follow with its index finger.
She slowly made her way down the stairs and to the kitchen, where a large table was set withe cakes, pies and pastries, and it was from here that the strange white smoke originated from.
Still fast asleep, the bat dug in, gorging on the feast that layed out before her. As she ate, her body began to expand as she gained weight, her ones toned belly advancing forward, lifting up her tunic, which was being smeared with food stains that dripped from her maw.
Her hips and rear began to grow wider and thicker, stretching her underwear until it form tears in the fabric, which only exposed her swelling white globes even more. Her sharp and intimidating facial features was being coated in a thick layer of fat, a second chin forming under the first, and her skinny arms swelled thicker.
Last but not least, Morgana's breasts expanded from an average C-cup to a massive DD-cup, her ample bussoms stretching the v-shaped neckline of her tunic, exposing her cleavage so much that little was left for the imagination.
When she was finished, the obese bat left the kitchen, waddoing back upstairs and climbing back into bed, which creaked under her new weight. She slept further, unaware of what she will find tomorrow.
What happens next?
Choice 1: Morgana wakes up the next morning and she screams at what happened to her obese body, which is to be expected.
Choice 2: Same as one, however none of the other crew seems to think her new size is weird and think she's always been so heavy.
Choice 3: Morgana wakes up the next morning and is...oddly okay with her new size.
Choice 4: Morgana wakes up and thinks everything is normal, even though the crew can see the new added pounds to her frame. Despite this she insists she's always been big.