It was a busy day like usual in the United Nations building. Countries came from all over the world, and one even came from a planet far in space. A delegation was being prepared to vote on a country committing war crimes within its own borders. Bradley, a rather large, full-figured man, was back in his office, preparing documents for his upcoming presentation on humanitarian law.

It was strange, the past week he felt a slight unease wherever he went. As if something from afar was watching him. No matter where he looked, he couldn't pinpoint what it was and ignored it. Putting it to the back of his mind, he thought, "Perhaps it's nothing."

Back to reality, he was leaning over his work station, getting important tasks done. His portly frame squished against the edge of his desk. He was still doing research, and at his side, he had a speech outline to identify important points. A knock on the door grabbed his attention.

Sylvia, a young plump woman appeared wearing a blue floral shirt with a blazer and skirt. She had brown curly hair which stopped at her neck and a round face. She smiled at him. "How's the work coming along?" She asked.

"Oh, it's coming ever so slowly," Bradley mumbled. Sylvia gleamed with excitement. "Do you think you'll be staying later?" "Unfortunately," he quipped. "Just perfect," she said in a sly manner, while her cold lips stretched into a smile, to which Bradley took no notice. She wanted to speak more but felt something bubble up in her stomach. The pain was too much for her. She placed her hand over it, trying to have some control. She quietly backed away and left.

The day had turned into dusk. The offices were quiet and empty, except for Bradley's. A desk lamp was on, while he was surrounded by faded darkness. He was nearly finished and finally on his way home when Sylvia returned. Bradley could see her big, shadowy silhouette enter the room. She closed the door behind her. "I hope we could chat in private," she gloated, smiling as she plopped herself down in front of him. There was so much more she wanted to show him.

"No problem at all. Would you like to go over your side of the presentation?"

"Oh, that silly thing? I barely got to it--" Before she could say more, she could feel more gurgling in her plushy tummy.

Bradley's eyes widened in shock. He'd been gathering everything ready for the past month. Tomorrow would be a disaster. His anger began to boil until it burst.

"What is this? I can't believe you, Sylvia! This is a huge project for all of us. Is this why you've been acting strange the past few weeks?"

"I suppose so. You could say I had a bigger occupation to deal with."

Bradley continued to get more angry at her. Shouting every frustration on his mind at her.

Sylvia had a hard time speaking, heaving a bit as she took a breath. But it only increased the swishing and gurgling inside her. Traveling up through her chest and noticeable side curves and then back down. Her waistline stretched outward. A gust of hot air, something she had been holding in all day, had finally been given its release, rumbling right out of her. She paid no mind to it all, looking down as if she was enjoying an inside joke. Something inside her was ready to slither forth.

Bradley was disgusted and surprised at what was occurring. "You're strange indeed, lazy, incompetent."

She had enough of his anger, leaned forward, her bosoms quivering menacingly, her cheerful demeanor shifting to a more angry one. "You think I'm strange? I have something much better-- bigger for you," Sylvia taunted him. "Come, dearie, take a closer peek."

Sylvia dug her finger into her forehead. Tugging across, she pulled away. A blue light revealed itself. Bradley instantly lifted his hands up, trying to block the light as it was too bright. Sylvia gave him the biggest smile while feeling pure bliss inside her. She was ecstatic now, her smile becoming more distorted, like she was melting. Electric streams of energy came out as Sylvia peeled off her human form. Her giggles began to gurgle as she transformed into her true form: a Slitheen.

She could smell everything better now. His fear came off like meat fresh off the bone. He was nervous, afraid, unsure of what would happen next, but Sylvia knew. It made her hungrier.

A loud scream could be heard from Bradley's office. Something bulky was ready to wear him.