Previously...

Splinter felt his stomach rumble and groan as he followed Michelangelo to the breakfast table. He tried to relax, remaining calm despite the feeling as if he hadn't eaten in days. How strange for him to be so hungry, especially since his last meal had been just the other night. Sitting down quietly, he accepted Michelangelo's offer of the cereal box, watching the little oat and marshmallow shapes pour into the bowl. It was a test of willpower to not simply bury his nose in the dish, but he did not want to alarm his student. Besides, it was unbecoming to simply... gorge.

Mikey, on the other hand, had no problem with digging in voraciously, attacking a new stack of pancakes, draining part of another jug of milk. It was fortunate they'd just had their groceries delivered by April! Though it seemed she would have to make another trip sooner than expected. The two ate in relative silence, except for the sounds of crunching and chewing. At one point Mikey bounced up from his chair (his belly bouncing a bit after him) and went to the kitchen, preparing another of his culinary experiments. He returned shortly with a large pizza topped with hard boiled egg slices, bacon, and sausage. Splinter had never truly cared for any type of pizza other than his fondness for three-cheese, but he had to admit the breakfast pizza was extremely tasty, and said as much, which made Michelangelo's chubby cheeks flush with pride.

Their small feast continued, and the two struck up a conversation mostly consisting of Mikey explaining other culinary ideas. Splinter would chuckle every now and then, questioning the dietary benefits of a pancake burrito even while he absently loosened his sash to give his stomach a bit more breathing room. It did sound rather good, though. Before they knew it, breakfast had become lunch, and they were still eating, their chairs creaking under them. Splinter had noticed his pupil was looking significantly wider than he had just that morning, and yet he didn't feel the need to question the phenomenon, nor question his own bulging frame. After all, the hunger still lingered, and... it actually felt rather good to eat with a bit of abandon.

It was midday when Leo returned, relieved to be once again in the safety of the subterranean lair. He couldn't wait to tell everyone what he'd found out, and hoped Master Splinter wouldn't be too upset with him for leaving on his own. "Hey everyone! I'm ho-oooooooly shell..." His legs stopped working as his brain tried to process what he was seeing. Sitting on the couch that normally and comfortably sat three were Michelangelo and Splinter, squeezed between the armrests and each other and overfilling the seats. They'd grown enormous! Mikey had to be two or three times the turtle he'd been just yesterday, limbs and face puffy with obesity, his hard plastron now soft and doughy, hugging his bloated belly and wobbling about as he laid back, head resting against Splinter's stomach. And what a stomach! The rat no longer resembled the lean ninjitsu master who had raised and trained them, but now looked more like a rodent Buddha, his robe parted wide to allow a thick, fat belly to roll out into his lap and force his knees apart. On top of everything else, they looked... content, which only confused Leonardo even more. "What... What happened to you two??"

Michelangelo didn't really have an answer, so he simply recounted last night's events, from getting the high score on his video game to the wrestling match with Raphael and playing around with Donatello's machine. Leo raised his hand to stop Mikey there.

"Wait, wait... one of Donnie's machines -zapped- you?"

"Well, it wasn't really a zap. It was more like an explosion. But with more electric stuff going on."

Splinter stroked his beard, dislodging a few crumbs. "That does sounds highly suspicious. Perhaps I should not have been so hasty to send Donatello and Raphael to go find you."

Leonardo nodded, standing up. "It's not just suspicious, sensei. I bet anything Donnie's weird toaster thing is the reason both of you are so... uh... Anyway, something needs to be done!"

1) He grabs Michelangelo and the TechnoToaster. They're going to go find Donatello so he can fix this!

2) Splinter thinks that Michelangelo is going to need to learn how to adapt to his new weight by learning sumo before he goes out to find his brothers. And Leonardo's going to be his training partner!

3) There's no time to wait for Donatello to get back. Leonardo will try to fix the TechoToaster himself while Michelangelo trains with Splinter.


Another surprising round of votes, though I can't blame ya guys for wanting to see the results of this! Despite bein' a pain in the butt to draw (what kind of teeth does Splinter have? What does the fur pattern on the rest of his body look like?) Splinter is still totally unf-able so I forgive him. So! three more choices, and two days to vote for your favorite! You know the drill, folks!