Morning Glory

    Servo watched silently while the girl slept.  Gloria rolled over onto her back, shivering as the blankets slipped away from her rotund figure and fell to the floor.  After a moment, she groaned, blinking groggily in the morning sunlight.  Time to go.  Servo dropped down from the nightstand, hugging the floor until he was hidden beneath the bed skirt.

    “Mmmm…Servo…?” Gloria slurred, still half-asleep.  “What’re you doing in my room?”

    Busted.  Servo shuttered his lens, thinking quickly.  “I stayed with you to ensure your well-being,” he answered, crawling out from under the bed.  He hovered upward, settling himself next to her on the mattress.

    Gloria frowned, blinking slowly as she fought through the morning fog.  “My well-being?  I remember I was…huge…and then…”  She propped herself up with both arms, raising her eyebrows at the massive girth that was her body.  “Servo, what happened to me?”

    Servo hesitated.  “We were able to restore you to normal size.”  He followed the young woman’s movements while she experimented with her newfound weight, running her hands over the soft slopes of her swollen breasts, fattened belly, and thick hips.

    “Uhm, I think you made a mistake,” she corrected, pulling at her tight pajama shirt, “I-I’m…fatter.”  She blushed even as she said it, dropping her gaze self-consciously.

    “And approximately five inches shorter, too,” Servo chirped.  He shrugged his claws in response to Gloria’s look of confusion.  “Ms. Bleu decided it was for the best.”

    "Really?"  A pudgy fist slapped ineffectually against the mattress, not far from where Servo sat.  “It’s my body,” Gloria fumed, glaring up at the ceiling.  “Ms. Bleu doesn’t get a say in ‘what’s best’ for me!”  The bed frame creaked ominously as she rolled awkwardly onto her side.  With a grunt and another good push, Gloria managed to sit herself upright at the edge of the bed.  She noted with some dismay that Servo was right; her tiny feet dangled several inches from the floor, not that she could see them with her huge spare-tire blocking the view.

    Servo readjusted himself on the bed, content to observe the girl’s wide backside as she waddled to her closet.  “I wouldn’t,” he remarked, focusing his lens on the too-small bra she held in her hands. 

    She narrowed her eyes at him, knitting her feathery eyebrows together with stubborn resolve, before pulling up the base of her shirt.  “Turn around,” she demanded.

    “It’s not like I haven’t s-”

    “Servo.  Turn around.”

    “If you insist.”  Servo hovered toward the far end of the bed, busying himself by fixing the sheets.  He could hear Gloria’s frustrated squeaks and groans as she failed her attempts to maintain some semblance of modesty.  After a few minutes, an odd, relieved sigh broke the pattern, followed by silence.  Curious, Servo snuck a glance.

    The tiny black bra was a jumbled heap on the floor.  Gloria was standing over it, but her attention was elsewhere.  She was breathing heavily, her plump pink lips parted slightly while her fingers worked diligently at her bare chest.  They tweaked and tugged, pinched and rubbed, with Gloria staring vacantly at the ceiling.

    “Miss Grene?”  No reaction.  Servo dropped the pillow he had been fluffing and inched closer.  “Gloria?”

    The young woman blinked, as if coming out of a trance.  She turned to face the little robot, leaving her bobbing breasts on display.  Her hands just kept going, even as she attempted to collect her thoughts.  “Y-you…kept the…barbells…M-my piercings…”  The silver rods flashed in the sunlight, twinkling hypnotically as they undulated at the tips of Gloria’s tits.

    “Yes,” Servo answered shortly.  The girl tottered uncertainly back toward him.  Her concerned expression slowly dissolved into a dazed stare, mouth agape.  “Ms. Bleu decided it was for the best,” he repeated.

    “They…they made m-my boobies bigger,” Gloria said faintly, smiling as she hefted them in her hands.  “M-my machine…w-worked…after all…”  Her breath caught in her throat at a particularly pleasant pinch; she swayed where she stood while her fingers began to pick up the pace.

    “Perhaps you should lie down, Miss Grene,” Servo suggested, leading her back toward the bed.

    Gloria watched him through half-lidded eyes, nodding obediently.  “’Kay,” she managed, walking drunkenly behind him.  Her fat ass wobbled softly in her taut sweatpants as she clambered onto the mattress.  She managed to situate herself using only one hand, either unwilling or unable to leave both breasts unoccupied.

    Servo returned to his place atop the nightstand, content to watch once more.  The girl was on her back again, noises of contentment becoming more and more mindless.  She was struggling to reach around her vast expanse of a stomach and was beginning to get frustrated.  His lens clicked quietly at her increasing activity, until he found himself following the heavy bucking of her hips.  Her fevered moans were long and drawn out, dripping with desperation.  His lens clicked quietly.  He was content to watch.

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See?  I told you she'd be back and bigger than ever!

So, this was originally supposed to be just a fun doodle, but kind of exploded into a cool transition between comic pages; just a little filler on the aftermath of Gloria's growth mishap.  There still seem to be a few kinks to work out!  As always, comments and critiques are very much appreciated!