Missy sighed loudly, slouching back in her chair. She was bored. REALLY bored. There was nothing exciting happening. No explosions, no nefarious plots, and perhaps worst of all, no Doctor. However, such a period of inactivity had led to some serious effects, as Missy found herself sampling quite a decent amount of alien and interplanetary cuisine, leading to the previously svelte Time Lady looking quite different.
As Missy contemplated her previous escapades, her hand brushed against the enormous globe of fat currently stretching her dress outwards, the noticeable bulge clearly resting on her plumped thighs as she sat back, finger against her eye socket, mouth pursed in thought. However, as she thought, she squirmed in the seat to get comfortable, causing her enormous orbs of blubber called her butt to wobble and jiggle behind her, her widened rear almost spilling off the woefully insufficient chair.
Missy absentmindedly stroked her plump gut as she thought of a way to enti