Justine's Curious Predicament: From a soft belly to a hard shell.

Unending BE - episode 1057210

To Justine's dismay, the key was still nowhere to be seen. And with the entirety of the breakfast half of the table devoured, thanks entirely to the medicine she gulped down between helpings, that left the dinner side and its steak, ravioli, and everything else. She felt queasy just thinking about eating more, but another gulp of the medicine kept her ballooning stomach at ease.

Of course, her stomach feeling calm didn't make it any easier to move. Forced to shimmy across the floor, she fought her way to the mashed potatoes and gravy next. With her hands bound, there was little she could do but continue to dig in face-first. Already a mess, she quickly made herself even more of one, getting globs of potato and gravy all over her face and down the top of her apron.

When she could once again eat no more, Justine forced herself back to the medicine. The round trip grew more difficult each time, but the food was her only apparent way out, and to stomach it, she had to drink the mysterious concoction. After downing more gulps, she paused for a breather. Again, she looked at her inhumanly bloated belly, and realized something was off.

Her skin had acquired a yellowish hue. Justine recalled the warning about side-effects. She would have pondered the question further, but her beyond full stomach rumbled with hunger. She again shimmied toward the table, finding it more difficult to do so than before. Not just because of the new growth of her belly, however. She began to sense her legs growing numb. She had to strain her body to move, forcing her mass across the floor on limbs and a frame that weren't biologically designed to bear the sort of weight she now carried in her stomach.

When she was situated in front of the ravioli, Justine dug in as best as she could. Still distracted by the lessening sensation in her legs, she was slow to start eating, but the empty feeling the medicine gave her stomach made it easy for her to regain momentum. Pounds and pounds of pasta entered her mouth. Pasta pouches of meat and cheese, covered in the richest cream sauce that she had ever tasted. Justine could feel her stomach bulge and strain as she once again reached her limit.

Now barely able to move her legs at all, Justine had to use all of her strength to force herself back to the medicine. Her skin, now a deep golden, glistened with the sweat of enduring binge after binge. There was still no key, and if this kept up, she wouldn't be able to move at all. But she forced herself on, and drank deeply of the medicine.

Licking drops of the medicine from her lips, Justine began to feel woozy. Her stomach, calm once more, began to feel strange, and her now useless legs had curled in on themselves. And then, all at once, she belched. One deep, resounding burp after another.

In the midst of her uncontrollable belching, Justine began to feel strange in a new way. Her useless legs began to feel stiff. Not just stiff, but solid. And with each burp, that feeling seemed to grow. As she continued to burp and burp, Justine's dizzines intensified. Head swimming, she could barely register her surroundings when she passed yet again.

When Justine came to her senses with her cheek pressed against the floor, she coughed, mouth still filled with the taste of far too many belches. "Ooooh god..." She groaned. "Oh god, not another bite, please..." She thought about rubbing her belly, her poor, abused belly, and was stopped by the restraints. But as her head cleared, she suddenly realized that she was flat on her stomach.

Justine rose up in disbelief. Her stomach had lost its obscene bulk and returned to normal! Well, almost normal. Her skin was still a deep golden, and--"Eep!"

Justine nearly fell back on her face when her attempt to rise to her feet failed. Confused, she looked down at herself again and lifted the messy skirt of her apron. Below her hips, and her crotch, her legs had merged into some sort of fleshy mass that extended behind her. "What? What is..." Her voice trailed off as she looked over her shoulder. She whimpered, eyes wide in shock.

Below the hips, Justine's legs had completely transformed into a giant snail shell. She glanced again at her flattened stomach. Had the food she had gorged on fueled her transformation? She tried to move, now cognizant of her new additions, and found she could slide across the floor with relative ease. A slow-going ease, to be sure, but still far easier than it had been to carry her bulging belly.