Alexa had been the victim of a delayed transformation - she had mutated as she slept.
And boy was she surprised when she woke up - to a pair of unnatural weights on her chest and her hips, to an alarm she had set fo 6:00 A.M.
She was in front of the mirror in 12 seconds.
She was . . . stunning. A drop-dead supermodel bombshell.
Having gained 5 inches in height, significantly larger breasts buttocks and hips, more shapely arms and legs, and full lips, eyes, ears, eyebrows, eyelashes, etc., Alexa had been physically beautified into a form that was not too promiscuous, that was still unmistakably - her. With no mental alterations, additions or reductions.
It was the exact body she had wished for - forever.
And for the first 10 minutes, she was overjoyed.
This was, to the rest of her family's and Maya's knowledge, the most hyper that Alexa had ever been, ever. Grinning from ear to ear, the usually calm and collected teenager was crying as she spoke about how she had finally become - beautiful.
Alexa had woken up everyone and was demonstrating her height change to Juleah when she felt the need to . . . pass some gas. She excused herself and did so in her room, sitting on her bed, still giddy. She had come downstairs and was helping to set up the table for breakfast (still for four) when she had to do so again.
And again. And again.
She was brushing her teeth when the familiar pressure came back to her rectum.
And that was when she began to get worried.
The pressure grew as she held in her gas for as she ate with her friend and family. Their comments on her new body were pleasing, but their few jokes about her flatulence didn't help her take her mind off of the growing pressure, which started to get painful around 12 minutes, and unbearingly painful after 17 minutes. With an incredible cramp, Alexa excused herself from the table 38 seconds to 20 minutes of holding and painfully hobbled away from it before she could take it no longer. With a sigh, she passed a sickeningly loud and sickeningly long fart as her parent, sibling, and friend looked on in shock and with a little bit of disgust.
It didn't smell quite too pleasant either.
Alexa, along with gaining a beautiful body, had gained what she saw as a curse - she was constantly Gassy.
Holding in any gas longer than 10 minutes would cause the pressure to become painful. After 20 minutes of holding, her body forced itself to relieve itself of such pressure, no matter how hard Alexa tried. Though, thankfully, this gassy mutation was not linked to Alexa's bowel movement in any way, it meant that she would have to fart almost every five minutes.
And shit, they were long, loud, putrid ones.
This caused an initially horrid four weeks of hiding for the entire family as unrest gripped the world. Shi lost her job, as with almost 1.7 billion people had, typically thanks to their mutations, whether they could still physically work or not.
The gloomy news programs were pretty much always on. Protests and riots were everywhere as mutants were being persecuted out of fear, often due to misinformation. Governments around the world were rocked. Turkey (Turkiye) had a revolution after its president had been transformed into a form that was rather . . . unfunctional. Lithuania, at the time, didn't look quite too far away from that either. North Korea, after much unrest (Kim Jong Un transformed into a young, skinny, K-Pop worthy female) was forced to ease restrictions and establish ties with South Korea for food and aid. Suriname had officially extended its borders into the ocean after 69% of its coastal citizens had merged and fused with aquatic organisms. The same went for a good deal of island countries.
The only person who would turn off the news was Juleah.
Juleah and Maya got to know the rest of the family better, and Maya and Shi learned how to effectively share their body together. And, within a couple of days, everyone got used to Alexa's gas' stench (with the help of always-open windows and fans). The family was supportive of each others' changes, and everyone did their best to comfort Alexa, typically confined to her room, where she let most of her gas out. Everyone felt bad for her.
Stuck in her room, Alexa had secretly began an Instagram account, something her parents would never approve or would have approved of. She flaunted her new body to try to make herself feel better. People from around the world followed the apparently untransformed smoking hot Asian bombshell as shocked fellow students from her school (which had been temporarily cancelled) celebrated her apparently incredibly beneficial transformation. It was not like they could smell her gas through their screens.
For those brief moments in which she was complemented on, friended and followed online, Alexa felt like she belonged. But with every, now practically unconscious toot, she was forced back into her depression. Any excitement about her body and transformation were gone now. Alexa would give anything to transform back to who and what she was before.
After all, what was the point of being the perfect girl (intelligent, beautiful-bodied, and kind) if no one could stand to be around you?