Monet's brilliant yellow eyes slowly blinked open, a look of slight surprise on her face. The pain...where was it? When she'd shut her eyes, her chest had been filled with such horrendous agony that it had left her paralyzed, barely even able to breath, let alone move. Yet now...she felt nothing at all.
Reaching up, she brushed a strand of her minty green hair out of her face, feeling her hand lightly bump something soft and warm as it made the trip, but-
Wait, what?
Blinking again, Monet stared at the slender white hand in front of her eyes, flexing its five delicate digits. No doubt about it, it was hers. For most, this wouldn't be a surprise, except that Monet hadn't had human arms and hands for quite some time, having had them replaced with her powerful harpy wings, courtesy of that damned traitor, Trafalgar Law. Cute, Monet would admit, but a pain in the ass, and stupid for daring to challenge the young master.
The fact that she was lying on her back without discomfort alerted her to the absence of her tail feathers as well, and...yes, one light kick at the floor beneath her confirmed that her feet were human again as well, rather than the large yellow talons she had possessed. The motion had also sent a strange tremor through her body, one that she felt strongest in her chest and rear, but she was more focused on other things.
Things like where she currently was. This didn't look like the lab at all...and she couldn't hear the explosions of the battle, or see the massive purple cloud of the deadly poison gas...nothing but a blank, white room, all around her.
With a sigh, Monet sat up...and narrowed her eyes, annoyance etched into her features.
"What...in the hell...is this?" she demanded of nobody.
As she sat up, she'd been made aware of two things, the first being that she was naked. This alone would have been annoying enough, mostly because she had rather liked her HAPPY shirt. However, the second, and much more distressing discovery, was that of her body's alterations not stopping at merely returning her humanity.
Her breasts had grown quite a bit from their already ample size, each one having become large enough to equal her head twice-over in mass, hanging soft and heavy to her belly-button, her nipples sticking out like wine corks from puffy, domed areolae. As she sat with her nipples nearly pressing into her knees from this position, Monet was next alerted to the soft, cushiony feeling of her rear, and let out another unladylike syllable of frustration at seeing that it had swollen to a size that perfectly matched her breasts, giving her a large, plush hourglass figure.
"Damn you, Law...you're responsible for this, aren't you!?" she demanded out loud. "It's not enough to pull your stupid, worthless takeover plot, you need to humiliate me, too!? I'll freeze your legs solid while the young master kills the rest of you!"
So saying, she held up one hand, about to make a tiny snow-doll of Law and crush it out of spite...then blinked as nothing happened, tried again...and finally let her jaw drop, real fear starting to creep into her for the first time since staring down that mad, one-eyed pirate's sword. For the first time in longer than she could remember, her Devil Fruit power was not responding. Nothing she tried worked, and she didn't seem to be in water, or within any sort of sea-stone restraints...so what was going on!?
"Is it really so surprising?" a soft, masculine voice asked. "You have heard that you can't take it with you, I believe?"
Monet whirled her head around, not even bothering to cover herself- it wasn't like there was much of a way to manage that anyway. She was more interested in seeing who the speaker was, at any rate...though that wasn't to say she was prepared for who it was she saw.
Tall. Dark shirt. Massive hands that lead up to equally massive shoulders. Cute little hat with a pair of bear ears poking out of it. A bible large enough to be a world atlas clutched in one giant hand.
The man known as the Tyrant, Bartholomew Kuma, was standing not ten yards away, calmly reading from the book in his hand.
"K-Kuma!?" she gasped, edging away slightly. Normally, she felt little fear of the man, but if her powers weren't working, it was a different story. She hadn't had practice in fighting without her harpy body in quite a while, and even longer without her Snow-Snow Fruit powers.
The giant of a man clapped his book shut and turned to her. "Not at all," he replied in that same soft voice that seemed so out of place for such a large man. "I am merely borrowing a form that you could more easily identify with. I have come to bring you along to the next world, and we've found that humans tend to react more calmly when they recognize their guide. It makes the process go much more smoothly."
"Next...world?" Monet asked, before her eyes widened as memories flooded back. A Den-Den Mushi call, interrupted by a stabbing pain. A paralyzing agony, blood dripping from her mouth. Coldness...even in her snowiest form, she'd never felt such cold...
"But...if that really happened...then I'm...I've already..."
"Yes, you've been dead for several hours now, Miss Monet. This is also why you do not have your Devil Fruit ability, as that has already manifested into a new host-fruit, as well as having returned to your human form- the power of the Sea Devils and the avian additions were not part of your original form, and so could not be manifested here."
"Then...the young master...I've...failed him...and- hey, wait! If that's the case, how did I end up...like this!?" she growled, indicating her enhanced breasts and butt.
"Did you think it was easy for us to manifest your spirit into a solid form with perfect accuracy?" the Kuma look-alike answered shortly.
Monet scowled, shaking her head and punching the floor to vent a bit of frustration. "Curse this rotten luck...if I could just go back...just long enough to help the young master...if only there were a way to-!"
"There is. Several, in fact. You won't like any of them. Now, come along, it's time to bring you on to the true afterlife. We're already late." Kuma told her, turning to begin leading her.
"Afterlife...you have to make it sound so final like that? I mean really- wait, you said there IS a way to go back!?"
"You won't want it," Kuma repeated. "Several methods exist, but all are with a cost...and very few ever wish to take them. Now, are you ready to move on?"
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