[September 14, 2019. Johnstown, Pennsylvania. 10:09 P.M.]





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[GB's Void]





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[June 4, 2019. Culpeper, Virginia. 3:29 P.M.]



Lillian Song, a busty and tall Korean woman, walked into the foyer of the apartment's mailroom. She sighed, hoping the check had arrived today. Her bank balance had dipped into the triple figures yesterday, and she needed some type of reprieve from this self-imposed punishment. She had become a webcam model three months ago, and this monthly payment should bring her back to normal standing. She had to spend a lot of money in order to buy the latest technology, so her stream would be of the highest quality. It was a sound business investment, but it made her late on her rent, and it was higher than what she had in her checking account. She heard some mumbling as she walked in, yet she ignored it, thinking it was some couple arguing. She opened her mailbox and pulled out the single envelope in it. Her pupils dilated when she saw it was from Hot Domain, the company that owned the cam site of the same name. She pressed it to her ample chest and wanted to do a little dance, but she noticed there was a young woman in the corner of the small room. She incorrectly assumed it was two people, but she saw it was because this girl was mumbling to herself in a few different voices. She was dressed in dirty and tattered clothes, and there was something she was hiding underneath the black sweatshirt she was wearing.



Her hood is up, but she could see the damaged frame of her black glasses and the frayed ends of her brown hair peeking out. Her first inclination was to presume she was some burnout trying to panhandle. However, her empathy and intelligence were telling her this is different. The junkies never came out this far, especially in a neighborhood this nice. She approached the girl, who was sobbing in between her incoherent ramblings. Lilly knelt down and said, "Hey...are you okay?" The girl lifted her face to show a bruised, fat lip. As soon as the girl registered her face, she grabbed her slender hand and held it, the tears starting to flow like a river. "D-Don't leave me...he'll be b-back..." she said, clutching her hand tightly. Lilly looked her over again, seeing there was a bit of blood on her pants. "My God...look at you. Who is "he"? Did someone hurt you?" Lilly asked, concerned. The damaged woman let go of her hand and stood up. She unzipped her hoodie to unveil a huge pregnant belly. Lilly's eye widened, surprised by how ridiculous it looked on her tiny frame. She had to be having twins, maybe more. The girl whimpered in a shaky voice, "H-Help m-me. I-I'm only one day pregnant."



E-mail: thecurlysaint@gmail.com[Copyright and characters belong to me. Please notify me before you post this somewhere else.]Gabriella Tatum had always wanted a big pregnant belly, ever since her active cognitive functions fully came about. At the age of three, the first instance of this fetish was when she witnessed her mother's sextuplet-filled stomach. It was her earliest memory, and it snowballed from there. By her eighth birthday, it became a full-blown obsession. She was hoarding fashion catalogs and maternity books under her bed, looking for an image of a round tummy. It crossed into voyeurism when a ten-year Gabby was caught looking at expectant women in her neighborhood. By that point, she had stolen a list of their names from the surrogate agency her female parent worked for. That's when Ms. Shelly Tatum stepped in and forbid her from engaging with it in any form. She seized her substantial collection of pregnancy material, which winded up filling five long boxes that were used to store comic books. She considers watching it being thrown into a garbage truck very traumatic. Of course, it didn't stop her endless crusade of belly love. She graduated to scour a limitless source; the World Wide Web. She remembered the year of two thousand and nine as one of the greatest times of her life.Her single mother wasn't technologically inclined, and they wouldn't get Internet service until the following year. She was forced to use the computers at school during the workweek and the ones at the town library on weekends. This evolved into beyond obsession once puberty struck. She couldn't get enough. She joined every kink site made for it. The first being The Den. She never interacted with the members but was an expert lurker. She actually found it from her numerous Google searches for galleries of pregnant bellies. The ones on normal sites became too tame for her. The morphs on the Haven is where things started to really change concerning the nature of her fixation. In retrospect, Gabby realized she had been chasing the high of trying to recreate the first time it activated in her. The recollection of the biggest belly is what she was trying to get back to. Her mom had always been with children during this time period. She was the star client of The Evergreen Agency. She couldn't remember a time when she was pregnant with no less than three fetuses. It had an obvious impact on how she developed into this. Shelly used her super fertile womb to pay the bills, and she was treated as a goddess by men and women alike.Despite this treatment and her profession, her mother wasn't a very sexual person. She viewed her unusual fertility as a means to an end. Gabby had never known who her father was, and there never was a male parental figure in her life. Shelly never had a relationship as long as Gabby was alive. It was strange considering she is a very attractive woman. She refused every advance. It didn't matter if the man was the greatest mate, she just wasn't interested. She thought she might be asexual, yet that didn't seem right. When they finally got hyperspace in two-thousand and ten, the compulsion consumed all of her free time. Through some links on the first site, she was redirected to a site called Gut Empire. This is where she discovered the next stage of her belly fetish. For some reason, regular-sized pregnant bellies weren't doing anything for her. She always had an uncontrollable need to find the biggest stomachs, and she was never satisfied with the realistic pictures. She solved this by finding the art of the photo manipulated images on the aforementioned website. She also found out the overlap of many other fetishes, and most of them didn't suit her. That was until she read a comic known as "Everything" by an artist with the moniker of LastTry. She almost fainted when she saw it. The series featured a woman who literally ate everything in her house. Each panel showed her belly growing to an obscene size, and she adored every bit of it.She was fascinated by how her body would adjust to accommodate the enormous belly that expanded with everything she ate. Every part of it made her feel whole. The female in the comic, called Cicero, seemed to really enjoy the appearance of it and was driven by a base urge to getGabby highly enjoyed how her height increased, allowing her to not be encumbered by her expanding belly. She would later see other artists make the abdomen so ungodly huge, it would render the person immobile from it. She always detested the women being in a powerless state. Worse yet, she was aesthetically displeased by any type of fat on their bodies. LT's depiction of this checked every box for her. She didn't know what to call this particular sect of belly expansion. It never really got a universally used term for it. When she made the move to another website, she noted a user using the expression "ascension". This fits nicely. The comic saw Cicero eating food, inorganic objects, and even people. Although this was getting dark, Gabby didn't care about the method. If it made the belly bigger, then that's all that mattered to her. Her addiction came to an abrupt standstill when Shelly inadvertently found out about it.Gabby was sixteen when this happened. Ms. Tatum had an explosive reaction to this. She used her computer for some mundane task and found her stash. Gabby had left her external hard drive folder open and Shelly combed through over eight terabytes of belly content. She had never seen her that angry. It was more than that. She was enraged by what she saw. Typically, she was very reserved. She could count on one hand the number of times she conveyed any type of emotion. It frightened Gabby immensely, and for once, she felt ashamed of it. The next two years became what she referred to as the "Dark Age". Shelly took complete control of her life and made sure she couldn't access the Web any way possible. She canceled the Comcast service right away and made sure she didn't have access to a computer outside of the house either. Gabby wasn't allowed to use one at school and was mandated to mostly handwriting her assignments. She took her desktop away and replaced it with an old laptop that no capability for accessing wi-fi. Her mother went as far as taking away her cell phone. That caused substantial damage to her social life.She didn't have many friends, to begin with. She was a latch-key kid also. Shelly quit surrogacy altogether; the most surprising result of this. She took a regular job and often had to work evenings. This further limited her social activities. Combined with having no online life, Gabby became very isolated. During this time, she resorted to actually making her own pieces. This became a dicey part of her life. She struggled between drawing and writing stories, then having to destroy them after a short period of time. Shelly would constantly perform inspection checks of her room. There wasn't a level of trust from the beginning. This routine was established directly after instilling the particular punishment. It was executed weekly. After a year into this, Gabby gave it up. It was making her feel too guilty. Instead, she focused on her senior year of school. She surprisingly did well with her grades. The tremendous energy she devoted to bellies was now channeled into something healthy. This was the closest she got towards being normal. Her mother relaxed the checks down to a monthly format. There were opportunities for her to get on the Internet, but she never strayed to her ultimate desire.Gabby presumed it was a form of Stockholm syndrome. Shelly regularly warned her about going back to it, and it scared her enough to not do it. Even these talks gradually fizzled out, giving her sufficient shame to not engage it. However, this "belly fire" would never be snuffed out. She reverted to her old ways shortly after going off to college. Shelly couldn't control what she could do anymore. The liberty of being eighteen years old and far away from home tempted her to tap back into that secret life. It was minimal at first. She was rolling off the academic mindset she cultivated during the last year of high school. That didn't last after completing her first semester. The winter break before the next term is where she totally dived back into it. There was a week where she filled three ten terabyte external hard drives with a plethora of content. After she had got back into her old accounts, she added another aspect to this. She heavily started contributing her artwork and literature. She found a folder of it in the attic while they were searching for Christmas decorations. She had forgotten about the old hiding place and decided to submit to all the art sites she once frequented.The first week of two thousand and eighteen saw a wave of positive reception towards her submissions. Some of the users recognized her from the former days on the other sites and encouraged her to make more. This severely affected her studies. A month into the spring semester, she stopped going to class. She invested all her time into creating art, creating a perfect storm of creativity. She found it all came naturally to her. She was pursuing a degree in creative writing and spent most of her time making stories. She also drew the art, making them illustrated novels. Her pieces were well received. This eventually led her to charge for some of the material she produced. In a month, she was able to make a decent income from it. This made her drop out of university three months before the end of the academic year. She used the money she got back from financial aid to get an apartment. She chose to stay in Johnstown, an hour a half from her home in Pittsburgh. She couldn't face telling her mother and didn't attempt to contact her after making the big decision. She was sure she would figure it out and the confirmation came when she received a one-sentence email from her a week after moving out of the dorms." she remembered the message reading. It was the last communication she received from her. That was about a year and a half ago. In the present day, Gabby never had ceased the train of this. She became a well-known figure in the community, and her earnings soared. Every waking minute was dedicated to the business she created. There wasn't a day that passed without her somehow making something related to this. Her obsession became her life. The real world didn't exist to her. The realm of big bellies is all that mattered to her. At this moment, she's on her bed, masturbating to a selfie of a pregnant woman. Lately, it had been her go-to picture. It was of a girl about her age with a stomach almost too big to be real. She suspected it was a morph, but she couldn't find the usual signs that it was. She had an open, red and black plaid shirt with a white top that was rolled up to reveal a rather huge pregnant tum. Her face is very fetching, her long and wavy dark hair covering half of it. The resolution was low enough for her to imagine herself as the woman in the photo. In some respects, they almost look alike.She brought on a significant climax when fantasizing about the woman being only one day pregnant. Thinking of the subsequent nine months of growth made the blended orgasm the best in recent memory. She cleaned herself up and grabbed the roach sitting in her ashtray. She lit the small portion of the blunt she rolled up earlier. This high-grade drug was too potent to waste. She took an inhale of the little amount left and put it out. She stared at the whiteboard on the wall next to her bedroom window. It had an extensive list of her upcoming projects and according to the strict schedule she made, she would be working on them in about half an hour. She needed to even out the high by eating a small snack. Nature was calling when she felt the need to use the bathroom. She walked to her adjoining bathroom and stopped when she saw her reflection in the mirror. She was never considered a pretty girl. In her current make-up free state, she was average as could be. If she dolled her self up, she could pass for barely good-looking. Unfortunately, her mother's genetics wasn't entirely inherited in that department. She was just as insecure as any person would be about it, yet hasn't obsessed over it.She brushed her slightly disheveled, curly dark brown hair out of her skinny face and adjusted the black square lenses of her glasses. She turned to the side and examined her body. She's incredibly short with a height of four feet, nine inches. Her weight is about seventy-five pounds, making her a little underweight for her stature. She always had a high metabolism, and without being affected by the stuffing she commonly used in her art, she didn't have a hankering for eating. She ate twice a day, and it was usually a dinky serving of something made in the microwave. She looked at her A-cup sized breasts and flat ass and understood why she didn't get hit on that much. She was called cute for her height, but she never attracted many men in her life. The few times a boy would show interest in her, she wouldn't know what to do. Honestly, a relationship never intrigued her. The lack of emotional support from her mother and the circumstances of her history didn't equip her with the tools for handling that. She didn't have any real-life friends, just the ones she made in the online fetish scene. She utilized the toilet and stepped back into her room to see a shapely woman casually sitting on her bed, flipping through one of her sketchbooks."...Um, hi?" Gabby awkwardly said, still feeling paralyzed by the weed she just smoked. For a second, she thought she might be- "You're not hallucinating." the full-figured stranger said, not looking up from what she was doing. Her pupils dilated when she said this, startled by the fact she is- "Reading your mind?" the mysterious person finished. Gabby froze in place but then instinct kicked in and she reached for the katana mounted on the wall. "You know what? Even though I know exactly what happens here, I want to see this play out. It's too funny." the woman stated. The strawberry blonde stood up and showed her full form. She is exactly seven feet tall, and surely has other nice attributes, but Gabby wasn't fixating on that. The tiny girl was looking at the giant belly dominating this woman's body. It was fucking huge. Godly. Bigger than anything a human could achieve. Gabby's heart raced, her whole body shaking. "S-So...m-m-much..." she stuttered out. "Please don't say it. You hold the top record for saying, thinking, and writing that word. In fact, you can't talk." the big-bellied intruder said. She stepped forward and uttered with a voice that could kill a mortal's eardrum, "The goddess then sat on her bed and waited for her reaction, saying, "You can speak now." Gabby still gazed at her belly and plainly said, "Yeah, I know. He told me to call you GB." The transcendent being's eye bulged and her stomach instantly disappeared. GB slammed her fists down on the bed and looked up, taking a deep breath. "Let me guess.... Always a sneaky prick." the frustrated goddess expressed. "Yup," Gabby said, coming over and hugging her. "...Goddamn." GB pronounced and snapped her fingers.They were transported to a place, that seemed endless- "Yeah, yeah. It looks like the load program scene in The Matrix, blah blah blah." GB said, adding, "You justto be a nerd. I don't know what I was thinking when I impregnated your mom with you. This better work." Gabby was made to sit on a stool, while GB was in a custom made recliner, still skinny. "Okay, talk. Before just now, I haven't read your mind in exactly twenty-four hours and three minutes, so the asshole probably slipped in during the first minute. No wonder that orgasm made my real belly a centimeter bigger. It had to be you. What did he tell you?" GB stated. "Just that. What is this place?" Gabby responded, too stunned to ask the bigger questions. GB's hands clenched and stated, "really wanted to fuck with me this time. He knew you would overthink things and ask a million questions. Whew. At least that doesn't ruin things. Are you sure he didn't say anything else? I know how "fuzzy" your memory gets." GB accused, raising her eyebrows highly. Gabby, the absurdity of the situation still not hitting her yet, said, "Nothing else. Just that I needed more mpreg content. And then, poof, gone.""I suppose that can be your first lesson. Gabby, you're a demigod. Our kind gets our power from the quantity of worship collectively received from the mortals in this universe. I've been around since you're earliest human ancestors lusted after the sight of fertility." GB declared. Gabby took the time to actually actively think about what's going on. So far, it felt like she was outside her body, watching what she assumed was an extremely vivid dream. Right now, she inhabited this form of herself, and if this was a reality, then she should be screaming. She looked over the entity known as GB. She was visited by a pregnant man last night, and as she told her, it was a brief occasion. He didn't say anything but what she just stated. It was such a bizarre, out of place event, blaming it on getting the wrong bag from her dealer. She had flyby hallucinations before. It happened when she went more than three days without sleep, but it wasn't anything this.... Nonetheless, her sleep patterns had been fine for months, and she knew her drug dealer wouldn't make a mistake like that. "He doesn't," GB interjected. Anger surged inside Gabby, finally feeling right."Stop doing that! If you can read my mind, then why bother asking me?!" Gabby furiously asked. GB smirked and rolled her eyes. "They always ask that one first. We can only read surface-level thoughts and it takes much power to do it. I'm just doing it because it's a lot of fun." she said with a cute smirk. Gabby internally screamed, her face frozen with absolute confusion. "Ah!! Guess I deserve that one. I'll give you a minute. Scream out loud. It's better for your mental health." GB suggested. The human did it again, except louder. GB furrowed her brow, saying, "Cute. I'll stop doing it. It takes more energy to do it with another semi-immortal." Gabby then felt the anxiety wash away, feeling calm enough to articulate herself. "You're welcome. That cost me a lot of Points, so be grateful. Now, let's get down to it. Go ahead. Ask away." GB directed. "Am I fucking going crazy? If gods are real, then how does it work? You didn't answer my question about what this place is. Points?! How "demi" am I? Half? Quarter? 1/16th?! AM I FUCKING GOING CRAZY?!" she spat out, in a manic fit. GB mirrored the face Gabby had a minute ago and took a bit before she spoke."Fuck. I've created a monster. I used over a hundred Points to make you calm, and that barely lasted over one second. Sheesh. I'm glad I did this now. Answering your questions in order: No. You'll know in due time. This is my Void. We'll get to it. Quarter....now that I think about it, maybe a little. That's always relative...and ever-changing. Especially with a belly fiend like you." Gabby processed her answers but found that begetting even more questions. The seventy-five percent of her that is human is going through a variety of crises. She had her little outburst and went back to feeling numb from the weight of everything presented to her. This is batshit, cuckoo for Cocoa Pops, mental institution kind of fuckery here. She needed proof- "Seriously? You're going to make me do that thing where the powerful being demonstrates knowing intimate details that no one else can know? Come on, I-AHHH!!! Alright, fine. I promise that's thetime I read your mind." GB said, picking at her ear, making a cringed face. She clapped, an old analog television appearing on a wooden stand. It turned on, showing the static noise, then showed a scene Gabby is too familiar with.It showed Gabby walking into her old room. Shelly is sitting on her bed, her room ransacked, and her art in messy piles. It's the exact beginning of the Dark Age. There was no audio for this next part. She didn't need to hear it. The transcript of that exchange was imprinted on her mind. The memory continued playing, Gabby too frightened to fight back. Her mother was berating her with a tirade of put-downs and condemnation. The severity of the deep-cutting words still haunted her to this day. Gabby looked away, quietly saying, "Please...turn it off." GB sighed and made an empathetic smile. "I know how much this pains you, yet the show must go on. Remember, you're my child too. I know you. This won't be enough for you. You'll think this is some creation of your mind. The rest of this scene proves this isn't a hallucination. Prepare your self, Gabby. This will hurt." GB bluntly, albeit smoothly said. Gabby looked at the curvy goddess and she nodded, her lips tight. The distraught human turned her head to the TV, and it sped up, similar to how a VCR would fast forward. It played as she remembered it until it got to a part that has since escaped her.This segment moved in slow motion. As it happened, it had flashed in her mind before it appeared on the screen. Shelly pushed her up against a dresser by her neck. She then proceeded to slap her on the face too many times to count. Each blow hurt more than the last. This culminated into a final smack that sent her crashing to the floor. This is where the repressed flashbacks in her mind ended. Her mother frantically cradled her lifeless body in her arms, blood steadily pouring out of wound sustained from hitting the corner of the open bottom drawer. It was coming out from the back of her head, Shelly silently crying as the blood seeped through the space of her fingers. The white static came back on, ending an event she had suppressed for nearly four years. Gabby was greatly perplexed by the wound she supposedly received. That part didn't add up with the history that followed. The next day consisted of Shelly intuiting the two-year discipline. She would have remembered being treated for an injury that grave. She shouldn't be alive if that occurred. "You were supposed to die that night. I viewed a hundred different timelines, and they all concluded with you dying. There were a few that had you on life support for the rest of your life...but, I couldn't see my child like that." GB solemnly said.Gabby looked at the stoic face of GB, and a single tear squirted down her pale cheek. "Neither did Shelly," GB stated, pointing to the television set. Once again, it resumed where it left off. GB appeared before Shelly and an angry conversation took place, the sound still muted. GB was seen speaking a few sentences, then the camera snapping back to Shelly's tear-soaked face. She looked at GB with a defiant but desperate look. She shouted a couple of words in response. GB looked at her silently and then knelt down. The tall woman touched Shelly's chest, and a golden ball of light was extracted from the left side of her rib cage. GB hummed a few unknown words and placed it in Gabby's pelvic area. The light exploded from her body and increased in brightness until the TV turned off. "Your mother is what we call an "Anointed". Twenty years ago, I gave her some of my power, so her human body could handle carrying a goddess's child. It's why she was blessed with lush fertility. I gave her enough, so she c. It's also why she quit the surrogacy business after it was given to you. Gabby, it was the only way to save you. She sacrificed the power of the gods so you could live." GB explained.The mostly human female in her late teens didn't know if she could take much more. Her strange life was starting to come together. A lot of things became sensible, thinking of what was just laid before her. There are some questions raised from this radical tale. Regardless, it checked out for the most part. Thinking this through, Gabby pulled her scope back and saw the bigger picture. "Why am I here?" she asked GB, looking directly at her golden-colored eyes. Her second parent smiled a little smugly, and spoke, "Hmph, asking the important questions. I also threw five hundred Points your way so you could think clearly. Unfortunately, that makes our time here shorter than I allocated. In fact, we'll meet here tomorrow, same time." GB stated, then sat upright. Her eyes rolled to back of her head and she entered a brief trance-like state, humming a sound akin to a beautiful Siren-like song. She then came back, her face back to its original state. "Okay, your grandmother approved that appointment. She's being rathertoday." GB stated, grimacing. Gabby wasn't going to ask about her grandmother. She had enough information about her celestial origins to chew on, and she was running out of sanity to keep it straight."Okay! Since we have a little time left, I'll explain what's going to happen next. There's a whole system to this. We don't have time to get through it all, so I'm imparting you with a little tool." GB said, clapping her hands once. A smartphone appeared in front of Gabby. It was spinning around, showing it was the latest Android model from her world. The case on it was light green and showed an image of a bearded man holding a staff. "Isn't it cute? It's called, named after the messenger god of the Muisca. He's the man you're looking at. I met him once. Cool guy. Anyways, it works like any modern-day phone. The only difference is a special app I put on there. Just say "Hey, Bochica" into the mic and that'll activate it. It'll answer any question you have. However, there is a limit of three inquiries a day. They came up with it to help you with your probationary period." GB made clear. Gabby grabbed the phone and looked it over for a second. "Probationary period?" she asked, puzzled. "Ah, yes. We finally to get to the reason why you are here! Tomorrow is your twentieth birthday, and that's when a demigod's mortal body is ready for godship. I still remember my Awakening. It happened thirty thousand years ago, and it was as though it happened yesterday." GB stated with a soft smile.Gabby felt a sharp pain in her stomach, and grabbed her abdomen, grunting a little. "Was that it?" she asked. GB looked a little confounded and replied with, "Pardon?" The discomfort happened again, and Gabby massaged her lower torso, saying, "The... 'Awakening'?" GB immediately guffawed, slapping her knee. "You silly humans. No, that wasn't.is, though." GB straightforwardly said, smacking her hands together and her eyes glowing the golden color of her iris. She put her long arms in front of her, palms facing out, fingers spaced apart. She spoke in a language her brain couldn't comprehend and then stopped. She yawned, brushing the luscious hair out of her face. Gabby felt nothing during the "process" and said, "Is that it? I don't feel any...different." GB laughed in the same manner as before and said, "Yeah, that's it! What were you expecting? Fireworks?" Gabby glanced at her body to see if anything looked or felt different. "I don't know. Maybe some flash." Gabby mused. "You watch too many movies. Besides, it costs too many Points for flair. Moving on. Officially, you are now the. Should I call you?" GB casually said."I guess. I would rather be called by m- Hold the fuck up!! Goddess...of" uttered, exasperated. "Yup! Cool, huh? You're the first of your kind. Making a concept demi-god is tough. Be proud!" GB enthusiastically said. Gabby broke at that moment, her mind splitting into a hundred different directions. She started to breathe heavily and grabbed her head in crazed agitation. Her entire body was shivering, her nails digging into her scalp. "...Yikes. I better wrap this up. This part should calm you down. How big do you want your pregnancy to be?" GB genuinely inquired. Her guess was right, making her perk up. "...W-What? How "big"?" she stammered out. "You got one free pregnancy once you are Awakened. Be mindful, though. I was like you. Head full of mush, my world rocked. I ended up saying triplets and regretted it ever since. Also, be sure you can handle it. You are a superior being, but your body, mind, and soul haven't completely accepted it. I would start small-" GB voiced, interrupted. "One billion." Gabby candidly put forth. A breeze of air could be heard wishing by. "Sorry, I couldn't resist using that effect. Okay! A billion it is! Duly noted." GB said."...That's it? I was expecting a rebuke. ...am I pregnant now?" Gabby retorted, once again not noticing any difference. GB was biting her nails and nonchalantly said, "Nope, no rebuke. You're a goddess now. It's no different than being a mortal: You have to live with your decisions. And, you're not pregnant. That part is up to you." Gabby stared at her, wide-eyed. It was at this point she noticed GB is completely naked. With this observation, it was the first time she felt normal. "...You're not going to explain that, are you?" Gabby said. GB spit out a nail bit and winked at her. "There's my smart girl. I'm afraid that's all the time we got, sweetie. Remember, you're a higher presence and aspecial one." GB asserted and snapped her fingers.