34.

Distortion, Pt. II


Cyllene understood at once why Eiffel had accused her of "doing something" to him at that table. Space was shifting inside her body, down to the smallest cell, and she felt absolutely curiously sick.

It was a building sensation. Subtle and strange at first — Was she hungry? Obviously. Did her stomach feel tight between her ribs? Inevitably. But then she thought she felt her stomach… moving… inside of her. And just below, in the unseen depths of her belly, she swore she could feel things start to squirm.

A gurgle broke out squarely behind her navel. She fought to ignore it, choosing instead to maintain a fierce lock with Ginter's bloodshot blue. His own guts were farther along in the process, having been through this too many times already. It was a clear and constant rumbling, punctuated with palpable spasms beneath Cyllene's palm.

"Go ahead," he wheezed. "Turn back time, or whatever's better for you."

He'd gone from pained to livid. Cyllene tore her hand away, at least so she could curl both of them around her middle. It was like her intestines were swelling — no — the tissues and linings around them were swelling, and all her organs were getting kneaded and stretched. All the fluid and gas trapped within the confusion was making those noises — sharpening the aches beneath her belt until she gasped and clutched at a stitch in her waist.

"It hurts! Accursed, what's happening!?"

"It doesn't have to hurt," came Ginter's voice, though it seemed distorted somehow. Higher pitched and gurgly. Accursed, the gurgling. It had overtaken her now, to the point where she could feel her outer flesh changing — rippling around her ribs and chest like a thick pool of lava slowly coming to life.

Her chest?

"I… don't know how to make it not," she sputtered, looking down at her hands, which were beginning to throb and ache again.

"I promise I wouldn't forget you, Cyllene. And if I did, I'd learn fast. You just have to tell me this is the past, and that I can trust you."

He grabbed at her jacket sleeve, fingers quivering as they pinched the golden G above the cuff. Her hands were clawing up her torso now. All that sudden change, the loosening and fattening of her belly, and yet her belt was feeling too big. The buckle flashed in stolen sunlight as it sank under its own weight and fell to snag on her hips. Cyllene recoiled. Her voice came out a strangled, frightened squeal.

"Keep going," Ginter growled.

Just be terrified, you fool, Cyllene thought. Just squirm and change until you're the most hateful thing you can imagine.

Ginter was persistent. He was shrinking, too, fast enough for his pants to fall off and his hands to look misshapen and knobby when she stole a glance.

"You don't want me to be an old coot, do you?" he rasped, and Cyllene watched silk oozing out from between the divot in a puffy-looking lip. "I could be anything you wanted! What do you want me to be!? What the accursed are you turning me into!?"

"I want you to be…"

Distant, she thought. I want you to be a stranger. I want you to be someone kind, who comes into my life for a moment and takes pity on me. Someone who understands that I've always been alone.

But then… why not just transform him into a total stranger? Someone who wouldn't recognize her even if the universe had tangled his body and spirit in knots?

What if I met you again… but at the right time and in the right place?

Her breasts were melting. She could feel them gurgle and lurch and flatten beneath her hands into a too-large jacket, and she then realized she couldn't answer his question if she wanted to. Her throat was clogging up with a thick white slime. It surged up from her stomach and filled her cheeks until she was spitting it. Soft, shimmery strings of silk soared out from between her lips, sticking fast to the tree trunk and anchoring her there. She tried to tear at it with her fingers, but they'd already vanished. Her arms… hands… fingers…

Something flashed again.

Cyllene choked, and sheets of silk blanketed the other wriggling form who was cowering between two large roots. The searing, bubbling sensation within… it had been her bones — fizzing away until she was too long and plump to need them.

Because… What…

What…

FLASH! SHINE!

The belt buckle was right beneath her now. She craned her fattened neck to take in what she could of her reflection. It was mostly puffy mandible. Some dark eye. Red pointed spikes and a dribble of silk still pouring out and sticking to everything.

I am… I've become… I'm…

An audible squish was the result of her human brain quickly reducing itself to a simpler sludge, and for a little while at least, she was grateful.


Pokémon Legends Arceus WiNR: Chapter 34 Story

Fat Cyllene Wurmple

It's take 2 minutes after Cyllene is transform into Wurmple along with a another Wurmple: Ginter Wurmple.

Cyllene Wurmple (who's is naked after her clothe is come off from shrinking): "My stomach hurts and I am growing more feet! I'm turning into a Wurmple like the one back in Obsidian Fieldland forest!"

Cyllene Wurmple with her angry stomach gurgling: "What am I going to do!?"

Then Ginter Wurmple (who's is still in old form after Cyllene won't change him back to his young hot Volkner form): "Cyllene. Why did you change us into Wurmples!?"

Cylene is shock, as she's can't explain why she's change her and Ginter into Wurmples. She's spit Wurmple Silk on Ginter Wurmple until he is wrapped up. Then she began to crawl up the tree and pick a leaves to put in her mouth as she's enjoying.

Cyllene Wurmple: "It's taste like a cool dew, like I'm drinking rain from the unburdened sky!"

Ginter Wurmple: "That's great. Cyllene."

Cyllene Wurmple: *chewing sound*

Cyllene Wurmple keep on chew until Ginter Wurmple use a Pokemon move: Cut to free him from the silk, he then crawls up the tree to enjoys Leaves with Cyllene Wurmple.

Ginter Wurmple: "I'm love eating Leaves in Wurmple form!"

Cyllene Wurmple: "Me too."

*She chews some more and her body getting fatter from eating.

Cyllene Wurmple: *chewing sound*

As Ginter Wurmple change his mind about being mad about the transformation as he's enjoying eat leaves and cuddle Cyllene Wurmple fat round body.

Ginter Wurmple: "You been eating a lot, Cyllene."

Cyllene Wurmple: chewing and stomach growl noise

Just then, an green-haired Little Girl name: calabA climb the tree, is shock to see two Wurmple: Cyllene Wurmple and Ginter Wurmple eating leaves as they're both getting fat as Ginter Wurmple want to kiss Cyllene Wurmple fat belly.

calabA (wearing a pink and white tunic and pants: is Pearl Clan uniform, but old-fashioned): "Oh my! It's two fat Wurmples!"

calabA began petting the Wurmples as they're enjoy being petted, however she's careful as she has to be quiet as Diamond Clan leader: Sekki is hunting for members of the Pearl Clan as they're at war.

As calabA is starts to shake as Diamond Clan leader: Sekki finds a tree where she is hiding.

Diamond Clan leader: Sekki: "We will search this forest to kill all the Pearl Clan members and the Pearl Clan Leader: Kkai!"

Diamond Clan: "that's right."

(As two Wurmples: Cyllene Wurmple and Ginter Wurmple don't notice as they're enjoying getting fat and eating leaves until they can hardly move. They are going to evolve soon.)

Cyllene Wurmple: *chewing sound*

Ginter Wurmple: *chewing sound*

calabA hugs two fat Wurmples and tries to be quiet, however Diamond Clan leader: Sekki has found a pack and a discarded clothes at the bottom of the tree.

Diamond Clan leader: Sekki: "Who left this pack and clothes here?"

Diamond Clan: "We don't know."

Diamond Clan leader: Sekki: "I think someone climbed up this tree to hide from us!"

As the Little Girl: calabA is shock and terrify as she's doesn't know why there is clothes and a pack at the bottom of the tree. The Diamond Clan tells a grass Pokemon: Turtwig to use a move: Razor Leaf at the tree and burn it to the ground.

But Just Then, Cyllene Wurmple become so fat from eating leaves that she's fall off a branch and jiggle a bit as she's on the ground now. She's see Diamond Clan leader: Sekki picking up a discarded pack as she's angry!

Cyllene Wurmple: "Hey, that is Ginter's pack that contained Hisui doom and famous Volkner jacket!"

Cyllene Wurmple use a Pokémon move: String Shot to spit a Wurple Silk at a Grass Pokémon: Turtwig as its leaf on head is stuck as it can't throw a leaves! Ginter Wurmple also slide down attach to a sticky string and jiggle as he's on the ground now. He's use the Pokémon Move: String Shot to stick a string of silk at the pack and pull it to him.

Diamond Clan Leader: Sekki: "Wow, these clothes belong to two Wurmples? That is strange."

The Diamond Clan thinks this is very strange, until Diamond Clan Leader: Sekki sees the little girl from the Pearl Clan: calabA up in a tree.

Diamond Clan Leader: Sekki (verbosely): "That is a Pearl Clan girl! Turtwig, use Leaf Storm!"

As Turtwig shake off Wurmple Silk and throw a leaves at a tree where calabA is hiding.

But just then, Turtwig is shock as Cyllene Wurmple jiggle her fat body and spit more silk at Turtwig. Meanwhile the Diamond Clan take out axes and start slowly cutting down a tree where calabA is hiding.

calabA: "Help me, fat Wurmples!"

The two Wurmples swell up with silk as their bodies began growing even bigger until their ten legs each sink into their bellies and their spikes puff up. Then they spit Wurmple Silk all over the Diamon Clan faces until they can't see!

Diamond Clan Leader: Sekki: "I can't see anything! But keep chopping down that tree!"

As the Diamond Clan keep trying to chop down a tree, but they keep missing as there is too much Wurmple Silk! Then two fat Wurmple: Cyllene Wurmple and Ginter Wurmple jiggle as they roll into the Diamond Clan legs and knock them down! They spit even more Silk on them until they are bundled up!

As Pearl Clan girl: calabA climbs down from tree and says (in poem form): "Thank you, fat Wurmples. Now I will be safe from the Diamond Clan."

As she's run away happily as two fat Wurmples squirm to where a pack and discarded clothes still lay untouched.

Later as Cyllene Wurmple is finish eating leaves on the ground.

"Cyllene Wurmple: "Do you want to turn back into an old human form now?"

Ginter Wurmple does not want this, as he's suddenly glow bright blue and evolve into hard pink bug Pokémon: Cascoon! But Cyllene Wurmple shake and jiggles as she's sense danger as a strange smoke is filling the forest. She's take her magic chain: Red Chain in her sticky mouth as she's try to focus on becoming blue-haired female human form with no eyebrows again.


Her legs shook. Her spine arched and sharpened beneath the skin of her back. Her belly deflated into her own pulsing hands. She moaned and choked, white slime thinning into strings of clear saliva that soaked the ground in front of her.

The air was burning. Heat raced all over the surface of her body, and sweat dribbled down between her eyes. Cyllene sucked in a mouthful of ash before she choked further. Heaving, she thrust herself up onto two pale, toned, wobbling human legs. Her feet dug into sharp stones and sticks, and she threw her arms out to balance, shrugging off the fleeting sensation of muscle growth.

She was no longer fat as a human. Not even close to plump, though her stomach was heavily distended and churning with several pounds of plant matter. She ran her fingers over its stretched-out surface, holding back a burp.

Nonsense in its purest form, Cyllene thought.

Ʌn unwise use of emotion, said the forest fire. But you're humɅn. I know thɅt too well by now.

Cyllene stared upward in shock.

She'd regrown into human shape wearing absolutely nothing, and now a wall of hot orange flames five times her height had erupted, spreading toward her like a raptor in flight across the forest.

"Ginter? I… GINTER!"

The little Cascoon had used a bit of silk to secure himself safely inside the pack. He was stuck to the blue jacket fast when she yanked. Heat made the silk strands slippery and weak, but then he simply slid into the bottom of the pack and remained motionless.

"You can evolve again — into Dustox! Can't you figure out how to do that!?"

The Cascoon noticed her — noticed, perhaps, that there was nothing to cover her chest — and squeezed his magenta eyes shut.

"FUCK! GAH!"

She reached her left hand out, and the Red Chain flew up to circle it, glowing and dripping. "CLOTHES ON!" Cyllene shrieked. There was a rush of burning wind, and her jacket and everything else was back where it should be, save for where she was still missing a pair of sandals. She flung the pack onto her back and started sprinting toward where the purplish bubble of distortion met the current world of Hisui.

The current world.

She almost tripped over a body partly-covered in silk. This forest… It didn't exist anymore. Long ago the Pearl Clan had found the upper hand, erasing history and human life with a single glinting pine needle. Now all had returned — a living memory, dragged up by a broken bit of space-time and a stupid, hungry Wurmple of a woman—

"I WAS A WURMPLE!" she realized, and her insides churned as they finally formed out of fluid.

Ʌnd thɅt was your choice, the fire observed. An arm and hand shaped by flames reached for her, and at the last second she leapt forward, somersaulting right through the veil of purple and into terrible crimson light.

There was no hot, fiery wind here. Just staticky equilibrium. Mount Coronet rumbled, and lightning lashed out too easily at everything it thought to destroy.

Behind her the forest faded, consumed and leaving behind a waste. When Cyllene turned, she was standing in a dried-out swamp. The wrinkled, shiny corpse of a Croagunk greeted her. Then another and another. Dead without rain, with their soft skin made crunchy and black.

"I thought that was you."

Cyllene adjusted her belt, another burp brewing. Ward off hunger, she thought, and now she felt sick in the natural way. Poor Ginter had now experienced both kinds of evolution. She'd let him sleep.

A squat old woman in a magenta tunic was not far off, crunching the Croagunk corpses without a care as she approached. Her bob of hair had gone all thin and gray, and a patch of rough, dark scarring marred one of her brown cheeks.

"It's what I hate to admit," the woman croaked. "Time is shifting, too. Or are you from this era? Are you like that freak Ingo?"

"No, nothing like him," Cyllene said. "My name is Cyllene. And I… think I'm where and when I'm supposed to be."

The old woman's eyes narrowed as she traced the golden symbol on Cyllene's sleeves. "Expedition team. I recognize the symbol. But you've got magic. You either don't age, or you've taken many shapes."

Cyllene shivered. "You know me, then?"

"I knew a Wurmple. I watched a Wurmple defend me from Diamond Clan time-wasters and turn herself back into a blue-haired girl. Ninety years ago."

Now her eyes widened, and with Ginter's advice, she decided to "just go with" the confusion of twisted time.

"I am Warden calabA," said the old woman. "Are you good or bad?"


start with your body...


~N~

I wondered for two weeks how to write Wurmple POV. I read a book with talking pigeons in it. I read a few pages about invertebrate intelligence. And then when I started writing the chapter I was just like: "All caterpillars care about is getting fat, so why not imitate jonwii's writing style?" So yeah. I'm weird. XD

We have INCREDIBLY TERRIFYING NEW KEY ART OF CYLLENE WITH THE RED CHAIN by T-M-WOLF! :D (commissioned) Just a small part of it is the FFN cover now, and the full version is now included in Chapter 24 of the AO3 posting. (I did an illustration for this chapter too!)

Published by scrivenernoodz on FFN and AO3 March 24, 2024. Thanks for reading! Please don't repost.