Joseph Green sat up, straining as he did so, from his seat in parliament. He was quite renowned, and was even considered a contender to be the next Prime Minister. He waddled his fat body over to the cafeteria, a buzzing swell of privilege and wealth accumulating all in one room as people got free food, paid for by the ever-generous taxpayer.

"Ahhh." Joseph sighed. "That was tiring. I get so sick of all the shouting."

Joseph was talking to his dear friend, Margaret Blaine. She was a senior member of MI5, and someone who Joseph would insist on meeting frequently after parliamentary meetings.

"Yes, well, things are exhausting around here… Hopefully that changes soon, hmm?" Margaret winked, teasing her friend. "Hey, come on. I've got something crazy to show you."

Joseph looked up, confused, a sandwich shoved halfway into his gob as Margaret pulled him away…

"Here it is." She spoke quite cheerfully. To Joseph, it was just a normal door. A normal wooden door, in fact. Opening it didn't offer any more clues, as there wasn't much going on. Just a table, some lamps, blinds, the usual furnishings. Turning around bluntly, he held onto his sandwich and asked his friend.

"What's supposed to be going on here, then?" He proclaimed.

"Well, just see…" She declared, locking the door unsubtly, smirking…

PRRRRRrarrRPPPMMTT!

"Oops, excuse me, my bottom can be quite rude!" Margaret smiled, laughing.

Joseph looked uncomfortable but laughed too, wondering why she was acting so strangely. "Are you… feeling alright? Has MI5 found something out?"

Margaret went stone-faced almost immediately. "Well, you could say that, yes. They did find something, or rather, they were going to. But the signal disappeared as quickly as it came. Who knows what it might have been - something was leaving the earth's atmosphere, that's all we know."

Joseph looked worried by that answer. "That's… not good, surely? People don't just randomly fly off into space, you know!"

Margaret hummed over that response. "Well, yes, it's true." Her belly gurgled and groaned. "Ooh, do excuse me. Those sarnies down there do give my tummy a heap of trouble, you know."

Joseph looked uneasy once more. "Do you need some time alone? You clearly have some tummy troubles."

"Oh, no, I don't need to be alone." Declared Margaret with a fervour unlike any before.

"I need you."

Joseph was now feeling very unsafe. Was his friend going to come onto him?!

pARRRPPPT PHARRZZPPPTT

She had farted again, this time smirking as she did so before letting out a moan of relief.

"It always feels so good to stop caring. Nobody else is around, I can just let it aaalll out…"

If Joseph didn't know better, the delivery would've been like from a bad porno. The woman in front of him seemed to know how cheesy it all was, smirking and smacking her ass for good measure.

"Look, I'm not interested. Especially not… right now." Joseph managed to get out, as he backed up against the wall.

"Oh, I don't need you like that… I need you like this." Margaret moaned, as she farted once more - BFRRRARRPPPtpptptt FRARRrprppptt - before pushing aside her fringe and reaching menacingly for her plump forehead. Her entire body jiggled as she tugged on something silver, and a blue hue filled the room. Electric sparkling sounds covered up the sounds of continued, excessive flatulence and maniacal laughter, as Margaret's eyes rolled back in pure bliss. Her lip quivered and her fat face wobbled as her entire face started to distort and it became clearer what she was doing.

She was unzipping her head.

Joseph yelled in terror as he ran for the door, rattling it. It was locked, naturally - he saw her lock it. The key was in her trouser pocket, placed right on her gassy buttcheeks. Daring himself, that this was now or never, Joseph ran over as the alien woman was unmasking and tried to snatch the keys from her pocket, only for them to fall to the floor…

The alien inside her pulled Margaret's scalp back where the zip had created a parting, and tugged at the rest of the head, pulling it down and down, and further down, stretching it across her frame as the true form emerged - a mean, green, baby-faced Slitheen emerged. It's head popped out first, follow by it's arms, leaving the skinsuit's arm's floppy as they joined the rest of her in folding up, pushed down now by the immense Slitheen arms. The blue light never ceased, and as she witnessed Joseph scrambling to grab the keys from the floor, and let out both a laugh and a roar. The skinsuit known as Margaret Blaine flopped unceremoniously to the floor, and Joseph looked up, terrified at the giant green beast that towered over him.

"Hello, sweetie." Margaret smirked a devilish smirk, as her claw raised, and lashed down at the poor MP staring back at her, killing him, with the intent that he would become a suit for her brother, just as Margaret had once been.