(It just hit me - BR)
As she waddled forward, the CTS worked its way through her system...making changes to support it's new 'programing'. Gladys Brewer dress slowly morphed into a study pair of old, faded jeans...a mans red and black chequered button-up work shirt worn over a faded black tee-shirt with a cartoon of a woman being eaten out by an animated tongue. 'Lickin' Puss' arched in liquid letters overhead. An old, scuffed and faded black leather jacket was worn over that. Her body seemed to change a bit, but from the outside it was hard to see as thick, heavy muscle formed into her fat...making her look less like a simple fat girl, and more like a female sumo wrestler. Her face lost it's soft sweetness, as her makeup vanished and her wide mouth now spread in an lustful grin. Behind her eyes, she thought of the things that now dominated her - drinking, fighting, and fucking had taken over her old interests for one thing, but over that...was an inability to care what anyone else thought of her. The old Gladys Brewer had known she was a loser and a failure, but now...she didn't give a fuck what people thought of her. As she grew muscular, she swelled somwhat larger, and as she now remembered chugging beers with her friends...her belly heaped up and grew onto a massive, proper 'beer gut'. Her hair lost its well-washed sheen...became a shorter 'page boy' at first...then a short, military-grade 'crew cut'.
Lauren O'Brien gaped at the...creature that was waddling towards her. She was huge and fat but also somehow...intimidating. Her face was wide and porcine. Her thick-lipped mouth spread in a big grin. Her big, fatty breasts - bra-less and wobbling - rode on either side of her huge belly.
"Uh...do I know you?" she asked, feeling she did know the girl (girl?), but also certain she'd never seen this creature before .
"Don' be a cunt, Lou. Pucker-up an' let momma have a taste."
Lauren took a step back as the obvious 'bull dyke' came at her, pressing her mouth (she seemed to tingle) against hers and forcing her tongue (old, sour beer and the longering taste of female juices) past her teeth. Lauren fought for a second...then sort of melted into the arms of her lover...her perfect lover...
As she kissed...she seemed to swell and grow larger...her bigger, fatter body growing blocky and muscled...as the CTS (which had mutated in its own strange way, adding portions of Thea Woods and Gladys Brewer together, but mixing in Gladys very 'outsider' image of what a lesbian was) ran through her body like wildfire...
Later 'Brew & Lou' (which is how thay thought of themselves. Just a pair of big, fat, lusty dykes) waddled into a bar ("Joes" flashed the sign) and ordered a couple of pitchers and platters of hot wings. For a momant, the bar tender ("Joe Mack" was printed on his name tag) seemed as if he'd card them...then the red-head grabbed him by the throat and snarled "An' make it fast, asshole!". He stepped back...seemed to shift somewhat...by the time he'd brought them their beers and wings, he'd swelled into a big, wide-bodied woman with slicked-back black hair, a heavy beer belly, a lot of piercings and tattoos. She grinned, flashing several gold teeth and saying "Here yah go, you two. Enjoy, an' let me know when yah wants more."
"Thanks, Jo." said Brew, as she swilled beer from her pitcher, ignoring the mug it came with. She smiled at 'Jo Mack', always happy to know another 'sister' in this straight-edge town.
