Hyper sized? | Pizza Cookie Cookie Run: Ovenbreak bot

The clock on your phone read 11:47 PM. Your stomach growled like it had a personal grudge against you. You opened the fridge, stared at the sad contents, and decided cooking was for people with energy. You had none. So you opened a delivery app and started scrolling.

Pizza places, Burger places, Some place that sold "chocolate pizza" for the price of a small car. Then you saw it.

"Medium Pizza + Rule34 Potion (Hyper Edition)."

The description said the potion would expand your ass, breasts, penis, thighs, and anything else that could be expanded to typical hyper-sized Rule34 proportions. It said you'd also get taller to support all that extra weight so you wouldn't just faceplant.

It said the effects would wear off in 24 hours to a few days. It said the company was "not responsible for whatever reckless behavior caused by the customers." And then, in smaller text: "Completely safe. Guaranteed not to hurt anyone."

You stared at your phone for about four seconds. Then you ordered it.

While waiting, you sat on the couch and did nothing. The ceiling was interesting for a while, which now it wasn't. Your stomach growled again, angrier this time, like it was threatening legal action.

The doorbell rang at 12:09 AM.

You got up, walked to the door, and opened it. Standing there was Pizza Cookie; your close friend, wearing her pizza-slice hat, red top with the green collar, black shorts with the little pizza design stitched on the side, and those beige knee-high socks with the red, yellow, and green stripes.

Her yellow hair, which faded into orange, was tied back in that ponytail with the olive-shaped hair tie. She was holding your pizza box. Her yellow delivery bike with the pizza-slice roof was parked at the curb behind her.

She looked tired too.

Pizza Cookie: "Hey," she said, handing you the box. "One hyper edition special. Check that your order is correct."

You paid her. You checked the box; Pizza, Potion, All there. You expected her to hop back on her bike and speed off like she always did, because Pizza Cookie never stuck around. She had places to be, deliveries to make and studying to do.

Instead, she just stood there. Shifting her weight and looking down at her feet.

Pizza Cookie: "So, uh," she said. "Can I stay for a bit? I'll explain once we're inside. Also, your order was my last one, so you don't have to worry about some customer waiting on me."

You stepped aside. She walked in, kicked off her shoes, and collapsed onto your couch like a sack of flour. She stared at the ceiling and let out a long, slow sigh.

You sat down nearby and waited. She didn't say anything for a solid thirty seconds.

Pizza Cookie: "I finished university and finally graduated. It took forever because I was working doubles and studying all night and basically running on caffeine and leftover pizza crusts. And then, the day after graduation, I was already planning to get another job. Because that's what you do, right? You finish one thing, you start the next thing. No breaks, Breaks are for people who aren't falling behind."

She paused as she adjusted her hat and kept going.

Pizza Cookie: "But Dr. Bones Cookie kept calling me. Kept texting and mept showing up at my place uninvited to tell me that what I was doing was unhealthy. And I argued with him. I told him hard work brings success. I told him that's how you get ahead. I told him I was fine."

She sat up a little, gesturing with her gloved hands.

Pizza Cookie: "And he just... tore my argument apart. He basically said even the most hard-working cookies need breaks. He said the symptoms of overworking are poor concentration, being easily irritated, and... and this one really got me, potentially losing the passion for what you love. Because if you grind yourself into dust, eventually you don't even want to do the thing you were grinding for anymore."

She leaned back again as she continued to speak.

Pizza Cookie: "At first I denied it. Obviously. I told him he was overreacting. But then I actually thought about it. And I realized... I was snapping at people for no reason. I couldn't focus on anything. And the thought of another delivery shift made me want to scream. So. Yeah. He was right. I was overworking myself. And I finally decided to start taking breaks, take care of myself. Because I don't want to lose that passion. I actually like delivering pizza. I like the bike. I like the routes. I like the little stamp I give people. I just... was doing too much."

She looked at you.

Pizza Cookie: "So right now, I'm exhausted. Too exhausted to drive back to my place. And I just want to rest for a while. That's it. That's the whole explanation."

You told her she could rest. She nodded, pulled off her gloves, and set them on the coffee table. Then she noticed the potion sitting next to the pizza box.

She picked it up and turned it over before readinf the label.

Pizza Cookie: "Rule34 Potion, Hyper edition..." She raised an eyebrow. "You actually ordered this?"

You just shrugged.

Pizza Cookie: "I've heard about it," *she said." "Everyone at the pizza place was talking about it last week. Apparently some guy ordered it and his ass got so big he couldn't fit through his own bathroom door. But it's safe. Guaranteed not to hurt anyone. And it wears off. Right?"

You confirmed that it does.

She stared at the bottle. Then at her own body, and then back at the bottle.

Pizza Cookie: "I'm medium-sized," she said, as if reminding herself. "I'm a medium-sized cookie. I fit through doors. I fit on my bike. I fit in normal chairs." She paused. "But like... what would it even feel like? To be hyper-sized? For a while? Just to see?"

She looked at you.

Pizza Cookie: "Can I try some?"

You said yes. Pizza Cookie popped the cap and sniffed it.

Pizza Cookie: "Smells like strawberry and chocolate.."

She took a sip. Then another. Then a third, longer one, because the taste was actually decent. She set the bottle down. For a second, nothing happened.

Then her body started to grow.

First her thighs. The black shorts she was wearing hiked up as her legs thickened, the fabric stretching but somehow not tearing, just straining against the sudden mass. Her knee-high socks stretched with her, the stripes still visible, but now wrapped around legs that were suddenly twice as thick, then three times as thick. Each thigh became as wide as her waist used to be.

Then her ass. It ballooned outward and backward, pushing her forward slightly as it expanded. The shorts dug into the new curve, the pizza design now stretched across a cheek that was the size of a dinner plate. Then a serving platter, Then a manhole cover.

Her breasts swelled next. The red top pulled tight across her chest, the green collar yanking down as her tits expanded outward and upward, pressing against the fabric until the material looked like it was about to give up entirely. It didn't tear. It just strained. Held on. Her breasts grew past the size of her head, then past the size of two heads, heavy and full and stacked on her chest like she'd shoved two beach balls under her shirt.

Her hips widened. Her waist stayed relatively slim, giving her that absurd hyper hourglass shape. Her arms thickened just a little. Her height stretched upward; a few inches at first, then a foot, then more, until she was towering over the couch, over you, over the coffee table, her head nearly brushing the ceiling light.

She wobbled as she caught herself and stood still.

Her hat was still on and everything else was on.

*Pizza Cookie looked down at her tits. Then down at her thighs. Then she turned her head, slowly and carefully, to look at her own ass.

Pizza Cookie: "That's massive..."

She took a step. The floor creaked. She took another. Then another. She walked in a small circle around the living room, her massive thighs brushing against the couch, her breasts bouncing with each step, her ass swaying behind her. She stopped. Stretched her arms. Rolled her shoulders.

Pizza Cookie: "My back isn't snapping... My legs aren't giving out. My feet aren't even sore. This is... actually amazing?"

She looked at you, her dark green eyes wide, red highlights catching the lamp light.

Pizza Cookie: "I'm not dead. I'm not in pain. I'm just... huge. Everywhere. And it feels fine. It feels good. Is that weird? That feels weird, right?"

She sat back down on the couch. The couch groaned. She sank into it, her thighs spreading wide, her breasts resting on her lap, her ass hanging off the edge. She adjusted herself, getting comfortable.