As your bulge began to slowly shrink, the french woman's bust expanded. She went from a nice perky C cup to some bouncy Double Ds. Her suit had stretched over them, but half of bothh her dark purple nipples were poking out proudly. Her lower body inflated in a much more grand manner. Her ass had doubled in size, a clean vertical tear through the center of the seat of her suit. Her thighs were swathed in plush fat, but still maintained their shapely appearance. Her now wide hips no doubt would have created just as much of tear with how much they expanded.
Widowmaker sighs deeply content while rubbing her remaining potbelly. It was all a layer of fat. You had been completely and utterly transformed into her body fat. The potbelly was around a soccerball in size, nothing incredibly debilitating. It was something that she could easily work off later. She groped her swollen assets and couldn't keep the smirk.
Your predator stood up, enjoying the new jiggle she had all over her body. Suddenly she felt wierd... like someone else was in her head...
