Another little something I did for  crazygameguy a while ago, involving Geo Lass getting into quite a...sticky situation :P

I'll see myself out

Metamorphs & Geo Lass ©  crazygameguy

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Helena Barrows gave a long squeaky yawn as she stretched out her thick arms. The short, round, bouncing-on-the-ground grey mole had just had a lovely lay in, with her husband taking the kids to school before driving to work.

Which meant she had the house to herself all day!

And even better; tonight was her night off from both wrestling and her heroics as Silver City's earth-powered superheroine, Geo Lass, so she was more than happy to laze around and watch some TV. In fact, that was her plan.

Giggling to herself at her upcoming lazyday, she popped on her slippers and stomped to the bathroom, humming to herself as she gave her soft fur a quick wash. It still took a while though, considering Helena, despite being a measley 4'11, was a rather round and heavy mole mum with a large and eager appetite. Thanks to this she tipped the scales at around 350lbs, most of it in her large rump. She didn't mind much, of course, she could just use her size to her advantage in a fight. Besides, she loved eating far too much to cut down.

Finishing up her wash, the mole mama lumbered back to her bedroom and pulled on her favourite clothes; a green sweater and some casual brown pants, which took a bit of wide hip-shaking to get on, as well as her slippers. No plan of going outside today so no need for shoes.

The heavy Helena thudded down the stairs, still drowsy from her comfy sleep, and lumbered into the kitchen to put on the kettle and make herself a coffee. And a bit of breakfast as well, as her empty belly reminded her.

Giggling, the hungry mole popped some bread into the toaster and grabbed some jam from the fridge, then poured some ground coffee and milk into a mug as she waited for the kettle. She grinned happily to herself; today was going to be a good day.

Helena was happily snuggled into the sofa, sipping her coffee and enjoying her breakfast, balanced on a tray sitting atop her round tummy. She had her eyes lazily set on the TV, flicking through channels, but nothing but kids' shows and crappy talkshows on someone marrying their sister or something stupid like that.
Maybe today wouldn't be so great, she thought to herself, sighing in disinterest. It was going to turn out more boring.

The only thing catching her interest at the minute was the post van driving past the window, slowing as it approached. She decided she'd get it when she heard it fall.

And indeed, a minute or so later, the tapping of falling envelopes came from the hallway.
And the thud of something bigger.

Her ear flicking in curiosity, she picked up her tray, empty plate and mug on it, set it on the kitchen counter and went to the door to investigate.

Indeed, amongst the various letters and junk mail was a small package. Picking it up, she saw that it was addressed to her!

"Oh, now what could this be?" She mumbled to herself in her soft English accent, taking the curious box to the sofa with her and tearing the lid open as soon as she sat herself down.

The first thing she pulled out was a folded sheet of paper. Raising an eyebrow in intrigue, she unfolded it, recognising the logo on the top of it; a wrapped up candy with 'P.C.' on it. Paxton Confectionaries.

This made her grin; she'd been recently hired as one of their taste testers, and they often send crates full of the delicious snacks for her and her family to enjoy. Mostly her, of course.

With a hopeful giggle, she began to read the letter.
'Dear Mrs. Barrows,
We here at Paxton Confectionaries are incredibly grateful for your continued service as one of our many taste testers, as well as a valued customer.
We have decided to select you to test a brand new product that is currently in development at our labs. Inclosed is the product in question (PaxSnax SlimeGums) and a review card. Once you have tested the product, please fill out the card and list any effects you may encounter, then return it to the address provided, so we may find someway to improve the product even further.
Thank you for your continued service, expect another complimentary crate within the week.
Yours, Trevor Paxton. C.E.O., Paxton Ind.'

Grinning with glee, Helena discarded the letter and pulled the small box out of the package. It was very brightly coloured, with that PaxSnax logo she loved to see. She opened it up and dumped the contents into her paw.

Little round colorful balls in see-through packaging sat in her palm, and Helena giggled as she set the box down and layed back on the sofa, setting all but one little red candy ball onto her stomach. The last one however was freed of its paper prison. It felt very squidgy, and it smelt like yummy strawberry.

Licking her lips and rubbing her grumbling stomach, the mole popped the sweet into her mouth and began to chew. As she did, the sweet suddenly let out a small explosion of pleasant fruity slime-like juice in her mouth, causing her to let out a soft "Mmm~" as she swallowed.

"Delicious~!" She giggled, licking her lips. "No harm in trying them all, is there~?"

Her next test was a purple candyball. She unwrapped it and popped it in; the same as the first only with a yummy blackcurrent taste. Next was pink; raspberry. And finally orange, which explains itself.

"Mmmm, yummy~!" Helena giggled, rubbing her happy tummy and smacking her lips in glee, "I'll fill out the card tomorrow, just in case."

And with that, the happy mole cleaned up the wrappers and put them in the bin, deciding to keep the empty box as a little momento. Now she was back to TV, with some more sugary treats to enjoy herself with.

Hours in the day had passed, and Helena had done nothing but be greedy and lazy. She ate, watched TV, ate some more, greeted the kids as they came home from school, ate, greeted her husband, had some dinner, ate a little more then went right to bed. A nice quiet day.

So far, at least.
"Mmf, mm," the mole grunted, unable to fall asleep. For some odd reason, despite feeling content not too long ago, her tummy was grumbling and literally *quivering* with hunger. She was famished!

"Oof, oh my," she muttered, rubbing her soft grey dome, "I need to eat something, *now*."

Managing to avoid waking her husband, the heavy hungry mole lumbered downstairs to the kitchen as fast as she could, her stomach urging her to go faster.

She pulled open the fridge door and grabbed anything she could find; chocolate, cake, meat, anything she liked was going on the kitchen table. And then into her stomach.

Setting a chair between the table and the fridge, Helena sat down and began gobbling it all up. She ate everything her paws could grab and shoved them right into her greedy mouth. She just ate and ate and ate, and just wanted to eat *more*.

When both the fridge and table were emptied of all food, she felt no fuller; in fact she felt even hungrier than before!

"O-oh my," Helena grunted, swallowing as she hoisted herself onto her dainty feet and stomped towards the cupboards, "I need, to *EAT*!"

In her desperate quest to eat all she could, Helena had no idea that she was growing at an alarming pace. Her underwear was barely containing her; her belly was rounding out, her boobs were filling out even more, her thunderthighs were becoming thunderstorm thighs, her arms and legs were thickening up fast, her cheeks were puffing up and a triple chin was forming under her neck.

But she had no idea. She just wanted to *eat*.

As Helena greedily shoveled the contents of the cupboard into her mouth, she was not only growing wider, but taller too. She was too busy eating to realise she was reaching the top cupboards, but once she'd polished off the last one, she'd come to her senses, but only when her head hit off the ceiling.

"Oof!" She squeaked, shaking her head and looking up. "H-how did I get up here?"

But it didn't stop there. She was still growing, and growing. Realising this, she ran to the back door, thankfully within the kitchen, and attempted to escape. But only her head, arms and partially her breasts managed to do it. The rest of her was trapped inside.

"O-oh dear!" The mole whimpered, wriggling herself. "W-what do I do now?!"

Without warning, after giving herself a vain push, she found herself suddenly slipping right outside! With a yelp, she slid right into the wooden fence...but didn't feel any pain.

"W-what happened just there?" She mumbled, turning back to look at...what looked like a slimy trail leading from her to the back door. "W-wha...?"

After managing to hoist herself onto her feet, she found that she'd grown taller than the door. Heck, her eyes were parallel to the house's roof!

"W-what is going on with me?!" Helena squeaked, getting a look at herself. She looked...slimy. Her fur was all sticky and moist, but somehow it wasn't exactly unpleasant.

Just as she began to try deducing what was going on, her stomach gave off a powerful rumble.

"Mmm, I can think of my situation later," she giggled, rubbing as much of her belly as she could reach, "I have a tummy to fill~!"

Carefully stepping over the fence, she stomped off towards Silver City, leaving behind large slimy footprints.

A few hours had passed, and downtown Silver City was in a panic. A huge, grey slimeblob monster was making its way down the street, tearing the roofs off various buildings and devouring the insides.

This blobmonster was Helena. Within these few hours she'd been on an eating rampage. Hunting down restaurants, candy stores and cafés, she tore the roof off of anywhere that supplied food and gobbled up the innards. Only the food of course, she left the occupying humans and metas be.

Picture Godzilla as a grey, round, slug-like slimeblob mole, and you have Helena right now. She was full slime, her arms and legs fully jelly-like with her fingers and toes squidgy digits. Well, when she *had* toes anyway. Her legs had just, disappeared, with her waist reaching the ground and having to push herself along like a slug, leaving a trail of grey slime behind her. Her underwear was lost in the transformation, but she was 'censored' by her slime. Even her tail was slimed up, dragged along behind her. Her neck was gone too, turning her into a gigantic grey dollop of sludge.

Mentally, she was still all there. Just with an all-consuming hunger and the urge to feed it. As she sludged along the street, she noticed herself running over people and cars, but they thankfully re-emerged unharmed in the trail behind her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she muttered quietly and meekly, her voice becoming deeper, rumblier and even gurgly from the slime, "pardon me, excuse me, I'm just very...very..."

She trailed off, stopping in her tracks and eyeing up something she knew the site of very well. A large store standing right in front of her. It sported a logo she'd seen this morning, and she knew exactly what was inside.

It was the PaxSnax superstore, always filled up with delicious addictive sweets and desserts. And she wanted it all. Now.

"...very...*hungry*~" She gurgle-purred, continuing to slug towards the large store. Tearing off the roof, she found what she was looking for; the warm scent of freshly baked desserts and sweets caused her gigantic slimy tummy to grumble, making the ground shake.

"Not to worry, tummy," Helena giggled, smacking her lips, "it's all ours~"

With that, she scooped huge pawfuls of food from inside and stuffed it all into her mouth, the food travelling down into her see-through stomach and dissolving. And of course, with constant consumption, Helena began to expand even faster. But she didn't care, she wanted *more*.

She ate and ate and ate, and grew and grew and grew, until she'd finished every morsel in the store. And she was *huge*. Wider than she was tall, the blobmonster of a mole finally felt satisfied. And with that, came a sudden drowsiness.

"Mmm, that's better," she mumbled, "time for a nap..."
"...and I passed out, in the middle, of the street," Helena mumbled to herself writing on the review card.

She was laying in her bed, recovered from the slimification, however the weight she'd put on from all her eating stayed, and she was a blobball of a mole mama taking up her entire bed, which was bent from all her weight.

She turned her head and smiled as she saw one of her daughters come in. She was a toddler, and a bit of a pudgeball herself.

"How're you feeling, mum?" She smiled.

Before she could answer, her tummy let out a loud grumble.

"Mm, a bit peckish, darling," The mammoth mole mum giggled, rubbing her huge stomach with her thick paws, "do mummy a favour and grab some snacks from the new crate for me, would you sweetheart~?"