Chapter 3 - Star Vs./OKKO Slob, Feminization

               Janna could feel her body tensing up as she surveyed the mansion before her - past the gold-plated gates she found herself barred by. The expansive demesne stretched well beyond her field of vision; and the land upon which it sat was populated by more facilities than just the house itself - she could see a tennis court, a stable; she wouldn’t be surprised if there was a pool somewhere on the other side of the mansion… Nor if there was a pool inside that pool. This place oozed wealth from every corner…
 
               And it was the last place she wanted to be. Her eyes falling upon the golden E built into the gates, she easily recalls the event that led her to this accursed place. Star had invited her to a ritzy red-carpet event - the likes of which she’d never have been caught dead  visiting, but… She supposed if Star was there, it couldn’t have been half-bad. Truth be told - it wasn’t… All until one visitor in particular arrived. 
 
               Elodie, her name was. Star seemed to have a bit more familiarity than Janna had - all she managed to discern for herself, from the gossip preceding her arrival, was that she was some rich, snooty gal that did some sort of fighting. Of course, when she arrived… Elodie seemed to defy everybody’s exceptions.
 
               She arrived in a purple sequin dress stretched damn-near to its limits. The flash of cameras illuminated a thick and greasy sheen across her skin - and highlighted the folds of caramel-toned flab that erupted across her hefty form. She waddled down the red carpet with bold confidence… And with a half-eaten hoagie in hand. By all accounts; she seemed to have put on an astounding amount of weight - so much so that when the snapping of shutters finally stopped, everybody had grown silent; at a loss of words…
 
               All except Janna. 
 
               Even now, she winces at her own stupidity - she was so dumbfounded that she didn’t even realize that she’d said anything until Elodie’s eyes locked onto her. 
 
               “Geez,” she’d begun to Star. “you said she was a big deal, but you made it sound like she’s half the gal she is now.”
 
               It wasn’t immediately clear how Elodie was offended - due in no small part that the first thing that came out of her mouth was a harsh belch. Of course, after she waddled over to Janna - bringing with her the savory scent of sweat and whatever she’d eaten in the past hour - it became clear she didn’t quite understand what Janna was remarking on. 
 
               “Half? Half!? I’ll have you know I’m ten times the- h-huuuuurp- woman you think I am!” 
 
               Still shocked - Janna couldn’t help but blurt out “I’ll say.”
 
               “What a cruel thing to say; here, of all places! I’d have you jailed for such slander!” Elodie stomped one foot - nearly shattering the delicate heel of her footwear; and causing her flab to quake across the surface of her body. 
 
               Finally stupefied to the point that she had no words to offer the assertive woman, Janna remained silent - but Star interjected in her stead. “Th-there’s no need for that! My friend here - she’ll, um… Make it up to you? However you want!”
 
               Elodie sneered; turning her nose up. “Hmph! She’d better!” Turning away - and stifling another heavy belch - Elodie asserted “Have her visit my mansion tomorrow. I’ll deal with her then. After I’m done with her… I’ll decide what I’ll be doing to you.”
 
               Janna was left with those ominous words until today - and even having time to properly digest the absurdity of it all… Star seemed rather assertive that it was better to placate the demanding woman than simply to ignore it. 
 
               Janna moved over to an intercom set beside the gate; holding it down and introducing herself. “Hhhhi. This is Janna, from the party last night?” she begins. There was a warbled response - sounding like static and gurgling, in lieu of any audible words. As the gates remained shut, Janna hit the button again. “I was the one that called you fat?”
 
               Immediately, the gates begin to part, allowing her entry. A harsh voice on the other end snaps “Get in here.” - followed by a low, bassy roar… Or, another outburst of gas. Through the tiny speaker, Janna couldn’t tell. 
 
               Janna made her way up the expansive driveway and up to the mansion’s front door - pulling it open, she immediately found herself recoiling; beset by a rush of warm, humid air. The sensation of it - hot and sticky - struck her first, and then came the smell. It was… Rather familiar - bringing her mind quickly to her first… Exposure to Elodie the night before. Janna quickly bunched up her shirt, pulling it over her nose - but it simply refused to be denied. 
 
               Stepping inside, she found herself struggling through every breath - and, surreally, she found the air… Visibly tainted. It was muddled - tinged with the faintest shade of pink. Swirls of the color danced in the air as she broke the stale and stagnant haze. Wincing, she closes the door behind her - trapping herself within. 
 
               Janna heard another low rumble in the distance - and, lacking any proper guidance, followed it. She crossed through a number of halls, following the occasional belch - the  sound getting closer and stench getting worse. The sheer sensation of the fouled air made her skin crawl - warm as it was, she couldn’t tell if she’d begun to sweat, or if it was just… The grossness around her clinging to her skin. Looking down at her arm - she could swear there was something different about it - a… Glittery tone upon her flesh. 
 
               Eventually - she rounds the corner into what she presumes to be a living room - there were a number of couches and chairs centered around a table… Which seemed littered with emptied plates. Seemingly adhered to one of the couches was Elodie herself. Gone was the glamorous dress she’d worn the night prior - rather; lazily bunched-up in one of the other seats. She was clad in little more than an off-white, deeply-stained top and a pair of… Were those bloomers? 
 
               Janna’s confusion was interrupted by a harsh, low rumble of gas coming from Elodie. “Finally!” she barks. “I thought you’d never get here. Come over here!” She slaps one of her chunky thighs - and Janna begrudgingly obeys.
 
               “What do-” She pauses to gag. “You even want with me?”
 
               Elodie snorts. “Do you know how much work it is to get food from the kitchen? It’s two rooms away!” Theatrically, she rolls her eyes. “I’ve decided that you’re going to be providing food service for me, until I’m satisfied with your performance.” 
 
               Janna leers. As many plates as there were on the table, she doubted that ‘d be an easy task. “No offense, but… I don’t think you’re the type to be easily satisfied.” She points to Elodie - and notices something odd about her hand. She wasn’t the type to paint her nails; but upon each finger, there was a glossy, glittery coat of pink polish. “Wait-, what the-”
 
               Elodie claps her hands, and Janna’s attention snaps to her. “Come. Here.” she orders - and Janna reflexively approaches. The closer she got, the stronger the smell was. She rounds the plate-littered table until she’s standing before the flabby fighter. “I’m not easily satisfied - especially not with a… Graceless little thing like you. I’d never settle for someone with no concept of fashion or grace serving me!” She reaches up and snatches Janna’s hat, tossing it onto one of the nearby seats. 
 
               “Hey-” Janna protests, only to be cut off by Elodie reaching for her chin. She feels almost frozen by the touch of the woman’s greasy hand - paralyzed as Elodie guides her down, until they’re locked eye-to-eye…
 
               And after a moment of straining, Elodie belches in her face. The hot, moist air rolls across her like a wave, blowing her hair back - spittle splats against her cheeks, and it comes with such force that it feels like not even her body stops it - passing through her and washing over her very bones. 
 
               When the belch ends, Janna is left stunned - her hair falls back down onto her shoulders; the coarse and unstyled strands having grown neater; wavier and… Dyed - a bright, pastel shade of pink now gracing the tips. Any look of resistance seems to have exited her face - as rings of pink begin to dance about her eyes.
 
               “Hmph. How weak-willed.” Elodie notes. She releases Janna - who seems to stand… Shakily, swaying from side to side. With a grunt - and a heavy fart - Elodie stands up from her couch, pointing down to the damp indentation left by her flabby cheeks. “There - lie down.” she orders.
 
               Entranced, Janna kneels down before the couch, lying back until her head lies on the cushion, and she stares upward. She slowly finds her vision eclipsed by Elodie’s rear-end - looming over her, consuming the light and fresh air until it heavily and unceremoniously comes to rest on her face. 
 
               Janna finds her face almost adhered to the sweaty, cellulite-ridden cheeks of the woman above her; the rancid scent of her ass searing at her nostrils and burning away at her thoughts. Her already hazy mind grows dizzier and dizzier - between the cloying effects of Elodie’s stench and simply due to the lack of oxygen. 
 
               Chuckling darkly, Elodie taunts “Now, let’s get you up to my standards…” With a grunt, she forces out a low, rumbling fart - washing over Janna’s face and rolling across her entire form. Elodie can feel her form twisting beneath her - in reflexive resistance, and as the gas works its magic. 
 
               Janna’s hands reach up to the chunky thighs trapping her - and Elodie can feel her pink nails growing longer and longer; her grip weaker and hands smoother and more delicate. The sound of shredding fabric fills the air as her body stretches out - growing taller, curvier, and more supple. 
 
               After she feels Janna’s hands fall away from her thighs, Elodie finally stands up again. Looking down to the unconscious woman in her seat, she finds that the last of Janna’s dark hair has finally been blasted away under a vibrant shade of pink. Lipstick and eyeshadow of the same shade had been plastered thickly on her face.
 
               Elodie claps twice, barking “Get up!” With a start, Janna’s eyes snap open - two shifting pools of swirling pink. 
 
               “Yes mistress!” she yelps, her voice soft and airy. Though shakily, she stands up and at attention, tilting her head. “Is there something I can do for you?”
 
               Smirking, Elodie jabs a finger against the twisted woman’s chest. “First, you can get rid of those rags. There’s a wardrobe upstairs, and there should be something that’ll fit you. After that…” Her stomach grumbles dangerously. “I’m gonna need a meal. Or two! Actually - make it three. And make it good, got it?”
 
               The pink-haired woman nods cheerfully. “Yes, mistress!”
 
               Taking delicate and mincing steps away, Elodie’s servant makes her way upstairs - the remnants of her torn and sweat-soaked clothes falling away. The impatient mistress of the manor drops herself onto her couch again - and not thirty minutes later, her thrall returns.
 
               Clad in a glossy pink dress, the pink-haired woman balances a pair of platters in each hand - and likewise balances expertly on a pair of tall, pink heels. “Your food, mistress!” she chimes, carefully clearing a space on the table for the newest plates. “Would you like to eat,” she begins, before taking a knife and skewering a sausage on one of the plates. “or would you like to be fed?”
 
               Chuckling - and then belching - Elodie orders “Feed me. You’re going to have to get used to that, from now on.”
 
               The pink-haired servant chuckles. Offering a soft “Yes, mistress.”, she offers the sausage to Elodie - who hungrily and viciously snatches it. Fetching another one, she repeats the process - again and again, until the meal is finished…
 
               And then prepares to do it again.