The LOST still stared up at Bella, still awed by her beauty. But a queer expression was coming over their--faces?--as well. It was one of...interest? Why were they watching her as if there was something strange about her now?
She looked down at her bare, scraped, slender feet and legs, her torn summer dress draped over her breasts and poetic waist. Nothing here seemed out of order. Not to her eye. But, now that you mentioned it, she did feel rather...
"OoOoOOh," she suddenly cried, leaning against a wall to prevent a second fall. There was no pain, but the warmth she felt over her body was increasing, and it was as though all of her muscles were twitching rapidly. She glared at the LOST. "What did you...?" Then, suddenly, to her horror, and in a way that certainly did not suit a superheroine...she began to giggle.
She could NOT help it. And she was glad none of her colleagues was there to see it. The twitching in her sides, in her--breasts?--were there muscles there?--in her thighs and...and...everywhere, was unbearable. "Ahhahahaheeheehehheh.." She began to collapse, still leaning against the wall, and as she clutched her sides, she realized something was very, very wrong.
It was like feeling someone else's stomach. Her fingers felt--rather than the expected toned muscles beneath the dress--small rolls of excess flesh. She instantly withdrew her hands in shock, and looked down. As she did so, she noticed that her chin, disconcertingly, rubbed against itself. She also saw that her breasts had swollen to twice their size. And behind them, slowly, a heaviness grew, and she watched in horror and fascination as a belly--so alien to her!--rose behind them like a yellow sun behind mountains. Her stomach and chest were continually expanding as though she could not stop breathing in, exhale though she might. In an entirely new mode of panic (though still unable to quell the giggling fits that accompanied multiplying fat cells), she felt her face. It now possessed a triple chin, and not even a trace of the once-austere cheekbones.
Laughing past all control, she looked at the LOST who now looked--if it were possible for spooks to be spooked--horrified. "K-killl m--" She began to say, but was suddenly overwhelmed with a real, sharp pain, and aware of the fact that she could no longer breathe.
Realizing her bulk was now straining the limits of her little yellow dress, she swung her arms (flab now hanging off them) behind her to her imprisoned back, and desperately grappled with the zipper for relief. But her expanding body did not wait for her clumsy, fat fingers, and, suddenly, --Shhhrriipppp--the cute little sun-dress was demolished by her widening ass and bursting tummy, and hung in yellow ribbons between folds of fat. Bella cried out, as though in labor, then lost consciousness.
She was awakened, very shortly thereafter, by a sharp tooth entering her right flank. Grunting, she sat up, gasped and bellowed. The LOST one, suddenly overawed, backed away quickly as Bella stood to her feet with less difficulty than she would have anticipated.
The 250-pound woman bellowed again, like an animal, then, coming to her senses, cried out, "YOU! YOU did this to me!" The LOST cowered before her--this time, not before a stunning beauty, but rather as before a more primitive, shapeless, nature-goddess of the earth.
My God, a part of her thought. Are they actually afraid of me?
She took a threatening step toward the crouching shapes, to see. They were, indeed, afraid of this unpredictable and suddenly monstrous woman, but rather than running away, they sprang on her like cornered animals. Just fantastic, part of her thought, as one fastened itself to a new fold of flesh on her side, and another began to claw at her back. Now I am nude, obese, and fighting off ghouls in a subway. Good move, Bella.
But the larger part of her was incensed, as only a goddess can be. "How DARE you?" she screamed, despite realizing that she had, only moments before, ASKED them to kill her. She found--the surprise of it would sink in later--that she could move quite freely, despite her new body, and in a rage she picked up two of the LOST, and hurled them against the wall. And suddenly, despite her bulk, she felt marvelous; euphoric--if still wrathful. Was it--was it adrenaline, this new strength that filled her body as surely as the warmth and fat had? She turned on the remaining member of the LOST.
"For what you have done to me, creature"--she spoke in a husky, dangerous whisper--"For what you have done to me, I will hunt down you and your kind. I will destroy every last one of you." The ghoul's face contracted in what--possibly--was relief at the mercy shown to messengers. It turned to scamper away, but was seized by its leg.
"I didn't say," laughed the goddess, "I didn't say I was going to let you warn them."
If you had been on the street above, in a rare silent moment, you might have heard the faint yet bloodcurdling cry of a ghoul being torn apart. If you had waited on that same street until nightfall, you would have seen emerge, as inconspicuously as possible, a rather obese woman with a construction-site tarp pulled about her naked form for modesty's sake. But if you had approached the woman to ask her what in heaven's name she was doing, you would have been struck, like lightning, by the wild beauty of her eyes and tousled hair, the merciless grimace of a full mouth and clenched, perfect teeth, and--probably--by a plump, bloodstained fist jutting out from between the folds of tarp. "I'm doing my job," you would have heard a husky, yet alluring voice shout, as you coughed and wheezed. Then, a little further off, you would have, possibly, heard giggles and sobs.
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