She arrives home, and enters quickly, and pretty tired.

  Helena sat on the edge of her bed, stretching her arms with a zy yawn. She gnced down and noticed her bare feet. absolutely filthy and ugly-looking from running around all night. Dust, bits of grass, and dirt clung to her normally (If she wasn't disgusting and washed her feet sometimes) white soles, but she just don't care.

  Whatever. Not like it matters, she don't wanna look perfect anyway.

  She flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with a satisfied smirk. The day had been amazing. She had ruined lives, written stories, making perfect pns, escaped a mob, and sent most of her school into space.

  It had been a perfect day.

  With that comforting thought, Helena closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

  The next morning, Helena strolled into school like nothing had happened.

  The halls were eerily quiet.

  Usually, the pce buzzed with gossip, ughter, and the occasional drama. But today? Just silence.

  Helena walked past a group of three students whispering near the lockers. They all flinched when they saw her, avoiding eye contact as if she were a demon (and looks like she really is one).

  She smirked.

  No one tried to stop her. No one yelled at her. The few students who were left kept their heads down, as if pretending she wasn’t there would keep them safe. Helena leaned against a locker.

  — “Where is everyone?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

  One of the students, a short, nervous-looking boy gulped and muttered:

  — “M-most people are… g-gone.”

  — “Gone where?” she teased.

  His face turned pale.

  Helena ughed.

  The school was practically empty. The principal? Dead (Since a week). Most teachers? Gone. The cheerleaders, the queen, the football team, the annoying kids who always asked for extra homework? Gone, gone, gone. Yay!

  Helena wandered the halls for a while, but without chaos, school was boring. So she left.

  The walk home was peaceful. No angry mobs. No footsteps behind her. Just the warm radioactive sun and the sound of her own breathing.

  But by the time she reached her house, she let out a long sigh.

  She had the whole day ahead of her. She tapped her chin, thinking.

  Helena sat on her bed, tapping her fingers against her knee. She had the whole day ahead of her, and yet nothing seemed exciting enough.

  Then, she had an idea.

  She grinned and stood up. With a quick motion, she snapped her fingers, and instantly, her body began to shift.

  Her skin loosened, growing fatter and lumpier. Her toned legs thickened with cellulite, stretching her skin into an uneven, dimpled mess. Her belly went out of the T-shirt. Her arms puffed up with excess fat, wobbling at the slightest movement. Even her face expanded, her jawline vanishing under yers of soft flesh.

  The final detail were few deep wrinkles lining her tired-looking face.

  Helena, now Madison, taggered back, blinking at her reflection in the mirror.

  Her whole body felt sluggish, her limbs weighed her down, and every little movement made something jiggle.

  — “Ugh…” she muttered, running her hands over her bloated stomach over her now small bck and blue dress.

  She tried jumping. Everything hurted.

  She tried turning to the side. Her double (or maybe triple) chin squished up against her neck.

  She hated it.

  But at the same time she ughed.

  — “So this is what Madison has to deal with now?” she said, squeezing weakly her sagged boobs. "Maddie must be really loving this, hehehe."

  She strutted around the room, exaggerating every movement, making her new body shake and bounce. It was disgusting and hirious.

  Then..

  Someone knocked at the door.

  Her mind raced. Should she stay like this? Act like Madison? Who would even come to her house right now?

  For the first time in a long time, Helena felt curious.

  She waddled toward the door, walking with her heavy feet along the floor.

  Whoever it was, they were about to get one fucking surprise.

  Helena hesitated for just a second before swinging the door open.

  Standing outside, breathing heavily, was none other than Madison.

  The real Madison.

  Her once-perfect skin was now sagging and covered in deep cellulite. Her expensive fitness clothes barely fit over her lumpy body. Her face was a mixture of despair and exhaustion, her once-fwless jawline buried under yers of soft flesh.

  The moment she saw "herself" standing in the doorway, Madison’s eyes widened in pure horror.

  — “W-what the hell—?!”

  Helena, still transformed into Madison’s bad aged new body, smirked.

  — “Oh, good afternoon, Ms. Cellulite,” she said, making sure to use a voice that was just like hers. “You look awful today. Did you slept well?”

  Madison staggered back, shaking her head violently.

  — “No… no, no, no, no—WHAT IS THIS?!”

  She grabbed her own fbby arms, squeezing them as if she still couldn't believe this was real. Tears welled up in her eyes.

  Helena leaned against the doorframe, crossing her fat arms.

  — “What’s wrong?” she teased. “Didn’t recognize yourself?”

  — “How… how are you—”

  She stopped, shaking her head, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

  — “No. No, this is a dream. This is a nightmare."

  — “If this were a dream, you’d wake up skinny and young and hot again.” she said.

  Madison choked on a sob.

  — “Oh my Gosh,” she whispered. “This is real…”

  Helena grinned, stepping forward, making sure to exaggerate the way her body moved.

  — “So,” she said, tilting her head. “Why are you here? Miss your younger self?”

  Madison swallowed hard.

  Then, her face twisted in anger.

  — “You did this to me.”

  Helena’s smirk widened.

  — “Took you long enough to figure that out. Dummy.”

  For a second, there was nothing but silence.

  Then she lunged.

  — "CHANGE ME BACK!!!” she screamed, reaching for Helena’s throat.

  But Helena was already expecting it. She stepped to the side, letting Madison’s heavy body stumble forward, almost tripping over herself.

  — “Oops,” Helena said mockingly. “You should do more exercises. Mommies can have their own time too, know?”

  Madison whirled around with fury.

  — “I swear to God, if you don’t..”

  — “You’ll what?” Helena interrupted, raising an eyebrow.

  Madison let out a furious scream, but the sound barely came out right. Her body was so out of shape that even yelling seemed to take her breath away.

  Helena just ughed.

  — “Face it” she said, taking a step closer to the taller woman. “You're never getting your old body back.”

  Madison’s eyes shook.

  — “No,” she whispered, stepping back. “No, no, no…”

  Helena shrugged.

  — “Oh well. Sucks to be you, Maddie.”

  With that, she smmed the door in the sweet Madison’s face.