Kale felt a spontaneous burst of anger bubble up within her. Caulfila had just disrespected her, treated her like an underling, and, above all, tormented her with her horrendous belches. Her rage grew, as she continued to think over all of them times when Caulifla had mistreated her. This recent one had been the most severe, but she'd had to deal with Caulifla's repulsive gas for as long as she'd been part of her gang of Saiyan punks. She simply couldn't take it anymore, and all of her bottled-up rage was being released at once!
"Hey, Kale, are you okay?" Caulifla said, leaning forward. Kale's eyes were shut tight, and she appeared to be shaking.
"No, I'm not okay!" she shouted. Caulifla was immediately shocked, she had never heard her friend speak with such intensity before!
"Just calm down, alright?" Caulifla said. Kale's body was surrounded by radiant gold energy, and swirling lightning bolts. The other Saiyan punks all scattered and fled, at least, the ones who weren't already driven away by Caulifla's gaseous eruptions before. Caulifla was still seated on her throne, partly because even Kale's sudden anger and power boost wasn't enough to intimidate her, and partly because it was nearly impossible for her to get up with her still-bloated gut in the way.
"I'm not going to calm down!" Kale said. "I'm tired of you treating me like this! You deserve what's coming to you!"
The aura that surrounded her continued to grow, and the thunder strikes around her grew more frequent and chaotic. She let out a furious roar. The energy around her went from gold to a greenish color, and her body began to change as well. Her hair turned a yellow-green color, snapping the band that kept her hair tied back, and became spiky as well. Her physique went through a dramatic transformation. She became significantly taller, easily towering over Caulifla. She became tremendously muscular, her arms swelling until they were nearly as thick as her previous body had been. She now sported rock-hard, six pack abs, and thickly muscled thighs. Her breasts were noticeably larger, each about the size of Caulifla's entire head. Her clothes grew with her, although they were noticeably tighter, her shirt now resembling a sports bra. Her pupils vanished, leaving her with entirely white eyes. The greenish aura continued to surround her, and arced bolts of lightning jumped across her torso.
"Wow!" Caulifla said. She wasn't sure how to react to Kale's transformation, her mind was filled with too many conflicting emotions. On one hand, she was extremely proud of her friend for achieving such a form. On the other hand, she was somewhat envious that she didn't have a transformation like that for herself. And, thirdly, she was fairly afraid for her own life, as Kale had just announced her intentions to punish her, and she was now a massive, hulking beast of a woman with unbelievable power.
Still, Caulifla tried to keep it cool. "That's pretty impressive!" she said, eyes widening slightly. "Why didn't you tell me you had a form as cool as this?" She hoped that providing Kale with a few compliments could help reduce her obvious anger. Kale didn't seem receptive to them, however.
"Hehehe," she said, chuckling to herself, balling up her massive hand into a fist. Her voice was deeper, and grittier now, adding a monstrous voice to match her physique.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she snarled. "We are friends, after all. But you do deserve something for making me put up with your disgusting burps for all those years."
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Caulifla said.
"By giving you a taste of your own medicine," Kale replied. She turned to a nearby table, full of plates of uneaten food, probably intended for Caulifla herself, for whenever she got hungry again. Kale proceeded to devour it herself, however, in a way that made Caulifla look downright ladylike. She gobbled it down with tremendous speed, finishing off entire drumsticks and large slabs of meat with single bites. Her manners were atrocious, chewing noisily and smacking her lips. It almost seemed like she was intentionally embellishing her own slobbishness, just to outdo Caulifla. If that was her intention, it was certainly working.
The meaty juices splattered all over Kale's body, mainly around her face, stomach, breasts, and legs. By time she was done, the entire table was cleared, and a meal that could feed several Saiyans was now churning away in her stretched stomach.
Once again, Caulifla's jealousy was palpable. Kale's gut was enormous, even when compared proportionally to the rest of her. It jutted out five, or perhaps six entire feet from her, and was noticeably tight and spherical, like an overinflated beach ball. Despite how stuffed and rotund her belly was, her midsection was still noticeably muscular, and her abs could still be seen stretched tightly over her rounded gut. Her belly roared noisily, sounding less like a stomach and more like a thunderstorm, or perhaps a raging ocean.
Caulifla gulped. "Alright, you ate all my food, now we're even, right?"
"No, not yet," Kale said, turning back to Caulifla with a smile.
Kale extended her massive arm, and grabbed Caulifla by the back of her shirt, tearing her out of her throne with a pop. She held her tightly in her grip, not enough to hurt her, but just enough to ensure that she couldn't escape, no matter how much she struggled.
Kale brought Caulifla's face up to hers, and by time Caulifla realized what she was about to do, it was already too late.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPP
A terrifying burp erupted from Kale's open mouth, blowing Caulifla's hair back like an unbelievably strong gust of wind. The force, the sound, and particularly the smell hit her with more force than any punch or ki blast possibly could. Kale had hit her from point-blank range, so she could feel the hot, wet air blowing sickeningly against her face. The smell was positively wretched as well, enough to make Caulifla feel momentarily dizzy. Her nostrils burned, and her eyes watered. She wasn't sure how Kale had managed to produce gas so foul. She had eaten the exact same meat that Caulifla always did, after all, so how were her belches far more pungent than hers?
She had little time to ponder this, as Kale's burp persisted for beyond thirty seconds, which felt like decades for Caulifla. The scent continued to assault Caulifla's olfactory senses, and even after all this time, it had lost none of its intensity. Kale's belches produced a similar green cloud to Caulifla's, but it was far more bold and distinct in color. It was a lighter green shade, actually, making it closely resemble Kale's hair and aura color. Again, Caulifla could only think on this examination briefly, as Kale's seemingly endless belch was driving her closer and closer to unconsciousness, as the meaty odor simply became too much.
Finally, Kale closed her mouth, and the last of her rancid scent dissipated. Caulifla was conscious, but barely so. She moaned weakly, and her eyes were half-closed. She looked as though she had just fought in the most intense battle of her life, and she certainly felt like it, too. Kale continued to dangle her in her hand, cackling to herself. Even she was impressed with how well her revenge had gone.
Now, what happens next?
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