“No wait, you need to get the whole effect” rumbled the
hulking figure, so saying she slipped off the blue robe she was wearing, which
despite its tent-like dimensions had been straining to contain her mass, and
negligently let it drop to the floor revealing that she was naked underneath.
“So what do you think” grunted the bear-like figure; before
twirling, slightly awkwardly, in place as if she was showing off a new outfit.
Valeria was so shocked by what she was seeing, her brain
fell back on hypercritical analysis of what was before her; the first oddity
among many was that while her mother (it did have to be her mother, yes? Some
strange woman hadn’t just managed to break in?) had actually GAINED height, she
if anything looked sorter; this was due to the fact that she was MASSIVLY
bottom heavy, her hips seeming wider than her shoulders (shoulders Val noted,
that were now linebacker wide) her ass composed of two jutting gigantic
hemispheres of jiggling fat, flowing into thighs like colossal ham hocks, complementing
her substantial sagging gut to give her the ultimate in overactive pear-shapes;
the sheer gravity of her lower half seemed to draw her figure in and down,
making her seem massive yet stocky, despite the fact that she would in fact
have towered by at least a foot over her previous self.
A pair of fat, sagging tits hung lopsided down onto her
distended gut, while her arms were packed, indeed distorted, with hard muscle
which in turn was sheathed in thick rubbery fat; planted atop this was the face
of a Neanderthal thug.
A too strong jawbone jutted out aggressively; outsized,
square ended, blocky and complemented by an equally prominent brow, with cheekbones
so thick and heavy that combined it gave her face an almost skull like
appearance. Left to centre of this craggy monstrosity of a visage, sitting like
a toad in the middle of a midden, was a large, snout like nose over a pair of
unnaturally wide, blubbery lips the yellowing almost tusk-like teeth of her
lower jaw pushed out in a severe, and ragged, under-bite.
Her ears were both cauliflowerd, and what could be seen of
the hair on top of her head, which had been reduced to sandpaper stubble, was
black peppered with grey; as if to make up for the lack of hair on top of her
head, the rest of her body was an hirsute panorama, starting with the thick
shaggy unibrow that was almost a mirror for her daughters, to the pubescent moustache
on her upper lip and wisps of wiry black her that lined her jaw.
In both armpits sat a hopelessly tangled wiry black thatch,
dense and dark and literally overflowing, extending almost half way down her
ribcage and out onto the underside of the upper arm; a dense patch of wiry
black hair even rested between her pendulous breasts, and evident strands
encircled her nipples. A treasure trail stated above her belly button and went
down all the way into the thick jungle that her pubic hair had become; it
seemingly envelope most of her lower stomach, threatening to spill over onto
her hips and spread done her inside thigh, to merge with the thinner, but
clearly visible dark hair that covered her legs, mirroring the hair on her
forearms.
“What happened!?” Val blurted. Casually scooping up her robe
before dropping it over the back of a chair, her mother turned away to tend something
on the stove and negligently shrugged “Your farther needed a live test subject
for the machine, and I volunteered...just as you intend...”
Val sputtered, but Sue casually waived away her daughter
objections “Oh, don’t try that young lady. I may not be as smart as you, but I
am far from stupid and have had more than my fair share of dealing with manipulative
super-geniuses...I share a bed with your farther after all...you telling me
about the dead end his research into “curing” you had inevitable run into...the
way you told me...WHEN you told me...I am sure you could see the chain of
events falling in your head like dominos to just the outcome you wanted...as
real and predictable to you as...as well, cooking this food is for me...”
Turning back round, a plate piled high with thick slices of bacon
in her thick fingered hand, Sue smirked to see her ugly, troll-like, hideously
adorable little girl looking shamefacedly down at the floor, shifting from stubby
toed foot to stubby toed foot in mortification.
“Honey, I don’t blame you” the hulking beast of a woman said
as gently as the base rumble of her new voice would allow; setting down the
plate on the already over loaded table she went over to her little girl and set
her on her almost impossible wide hip before continuing “This needed doing, and
you were lonely and desperately wanted someone who understood...I am happy to
be that someone for you...but I’ve sent all the boys out for the rest of the
day, so you and I can have a much needed talk...”