John asked Silvia as much as he was watching her slowly maneuver her cumbersome body about. He couldn't even guess how much Silvia weighed right now, but he knew...
k-k-k-r-r-r....snap
They both heard the sound. Something under pressure...then sharply giving way. Silvia - who had been in the process of giggling at herself in the mirror and exclaming in amazement at the size and shape of herself - said "I think...I stepped...on something, John."
She tried to move quickly, but still it took several seconds before John was able to see what had happened.
The Medallion of Zulo - a lozenge-shaped plate of ancient bronze with a crudely-etched humanoid figure - was on the floor. Silvia had been holding the object in her hand, but must have dropped it when she'd started examining herself.
A lower corner on the plate...had broken off under the pressure of Silvias' new weight when she'd stepped on it.
"What...is it...John." Silvia gasped. At her size it nessessary to pace herself if she didn't want to tire out too quickly.
"The Medallion...has a piece broken off at the corner. Some of the writing has been ruined, from the looks of it."
Silvia blinked, then looked at the pile of clothes that was waiting to be tried on. "Well...hand me...one of those...would you? We need...to make sure...the Medallion will work...even when damaged."
"But...didn't you say that it wasn't capable of changing a person again till 12 hours had passed? I thought the whole thing was nonsense at the time, but I remember you saying..."
Silvia nodded, jowls and chins wobbling as she did. Well...it wouldn't be so bad being like this for while. She'd spent most of her life dieting, and now she could indulge herself for a little bit. For that matter...
"Well, untill...we can use it again...would you like to..."
Suddenly, Silvia felt a sort of...tightness in her brain. A twisting that ended in a sudden snap much like the Medallion had. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs from it, then blinked the stars away. That had been weird.
"Any way, doll..." she continued, nolonger gasping for breath but now drawling her words somewhat "...yah wanna have some fun? If yah feelin' in th' mood, yah know?"
John saw a shift in her body language, just as her speech had changed. An easy, slow grace that settled over her, making all her movements seem natural. Far from having difficulty with her body, she seemed perfectly comfortible with her size. Stark naked and stuffed to five-times her former size with thick, soft blubber no longer seemed to be any great challenge for her.
"Silvia?"
The gargantuian fat woman giggled and batted her eyes at him, waddling closer and gathering him into her thick, doughy arms - pulling him against her massive belly and into her bloated, watermellon-like breasts. "Yeah, doll? sumthin' th' matter? Anythin' yer big ol' Silvia kin help with?" she breathed into his ear, her breath now smelling of candies and chocoletes she'd never eaten before.
