Previously...

After shrugging off his pads, mask and snug belt for the night, Michelangelo slept heavily. Maybe more heavily than he realized, though. All too soon the alarm clock, a 'gift' from Leonardo one year to make sure he woke up on time, startled him from pleasant dreams of pizza and making Raphael cry uncle. For a few minutes, he simply lay there in his bed, surrounded by warmth and softness, wishing the alarm clock was wrong and he'd get another few hours of sleep. It was a wish that hadn't come true yet.

Finally grumbling and rolling out of bed, Mikey headed for the shower and let the water pour over him, drumming over his shell and smooth dome. But even that didn't wake him up very much. He really couldn't feel like himself without a big bowl of his favorite Sugar Bomb cereal. It was the sugar rush that jump-started his day!

After drying off and getting dressed, he found himself struggling with his belt. No, that couldn't be right. His belt wasn't -that- small. He'd just have to loosen this one as far as it would go for now. As he shuffled blearily to the main room, he could already hear Donnie and Raph talking over breakfast.

"Sorry Don, I never saw him come in either."

"That's strange. I don't remember him saying he was going out anywhere, do you?"

"Eh, he probably went on lone-wolf patrol to get some fresh air. I do it all the time, no big... deal...?"

Mikey yawned and stretched as he walked over, not noticing the way Raphael and Donatello's eyes were almost bugging out from their masks. "Yo dudes, morning. 'Sup?"

The two brothers continued to stare in silence for a few more moments before Raph finally managed to sputter a response. "What's -up-? How about your -weight-, Mikey? What the heck've you been eating?"

"Nothing yet, dude, but I'm starving... Oh! Donnie, I think maybe we got our belts swapped or something. This one almost squeezed me out of my shell, you know?"

Donatello's jaw worked itself a few times before words finally came out. "Mikey, I'm wearing -my- belt. Have you even looked at yourself this morning? You're huge!"

Michelangelo blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked down at himself. The youngest turtle certainly had grown overnight. His belly had pushed out further than it ever had been, his plastron bowing out to accommodate it while his sides bulged over his belt a bit, making him look even rounder. His limbs and neck had gotten visibly thicker, especially his thighs, and as a result his rear end had widened with the rest of him, no longer fully protected by his shell. Mikey's hands reached down to rest on his belly and shook it just a bit, a small tingle passing through him for a moment.

"What? This..."

1) ...is probably just pizza bloat, dudes! Now pass the cereal! I'm starving!

2) "...is kinda cool! I've never been big before! I think I like it!"

3) "...is super bogus! Guys, you gotta help me before Master Splinter finds out!"


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