Chapter 1:
It was another beautiful day at the Kame Hut, that little pink house on a tiny island in the middle of nowhere. Newlyweds Krillian and Android 18 had recently returned from their honeymoon.
18 woke to the smell of pancakes. The bedroom door opened and there was Krillian, carrying a platter with a large breakfast on it: bacon, eggs, pancakes, OJ, and coffee. His head is sporting a thin layer of peach-fuzz.
"Breakfast in bed for my lovely wife" he grinned.
"Aw, Krillian, how sweet" she said. She dug in, and within seconds everything was gone. "Goku must be rubbing off on me she thought". Krillian just sat there sweatdropping.
She went to the restroom to take her morning shower. (::scene is missing, reel appears to be held together with bubble gum:: Me: What the hell!! Hey! Why's there all this blood at around head height on the wall?) Wrapped in a pair of towels, one around her hair and one around her body, 18 steps onto the scale.
"AHHH! How did I gain ten pounds just since yesterday?!"

Chapter Two:
After dressing, 18 when outside to exercise. She was determined to stay in shape and lose that weight. So she began training in typical DBZ fashion: Beating the living shit out of the air in front of her. She punched, kicked, and ki blasted like there was no tomorrow. But as the training session went on, it seemed to be getting harder and harder, and she was getting tired much sooner than usual. She kept pushing herself though, until she felt her arm flop around itself as she threw a punch.
Puzzled, she stopped and looked at it. To her horror, it was covered in a thick layer of flab. Aghast, she looked at the rest of her body. Both arms looked like those of a much older woman: with sags of flab hanging off of them. Her legs looked like upside-down bells with her knees slightly sunken in her new layer of fat. Her thighs almost rubbed together as she paced in confusion. Her stomach had developed a spare tire and was hanging down slightly over her waist. The only part she didn't mind was that her breasts were now a rich, full C-cup.
Her clothes were also a problem. Her pants had ripped at the seams at her knees and were bulging with the constricted flesh of her now rubenesque thighs. Her shirt had ridden up to just above her navel and was making it hard for her to breathe.
She flew as fast as she could, which was harder now because she weighed more and seemed to have less ki-energy, to the bathroom, hoping no one had seen her, especially not her beloved Krillian. Hesitantly, she stepped on the scale. As the numbers spun higher and higher, she fearfully held her breath. When it finally settled to a stop, she looked down and let out a shriek as she read her weight…

Chapter three:
Bulma answered the knocking at her door to find 18 standing there, hiding here bloated body as best she could in a very large kimono. "Wow, you really let yourself go!" she said, not having seen her in the weeks since the wedding, thus not knowing that the weight gain was extremely recent.
"Bulma," 18 pleaded, an action that was very new to her, "you've got to help me! Something's wrong with me, and now that Dr. Gero is dead, you're the only one who might be able to fix me!"
"Chill out!" Bulma said. "What's the problem?"
"This morning," 18 said, "I was my normal, fit self, but somethings happened since then, and now I weigh 327 pounds. I feel totally weak. I couldn't even fly here on my own, I had to take a car!"
"I'll see what I can do," said Bulma.
They proceeded to Bulma's lab. Once they got there, Bulma instructed 18 to strip down and climb onto the work table. 18 reluctantly complied and took off her kimono, revealing her body to be a large sack of flab that was stretching her bra and panties to their limits, she also appeared to be sweating profusely with all the new insulation. Then with much grunting and groaning, 18 hoisted her prodigious body onto the operating table, and sat there wheezing.
Bulma searched 18's body, manually tracing her figure with her hands. At last she found what she was looking for and opened a hidden panel on 18's back. "Okay, lets have a look in here and see what we find."

Chapter four:
"Okay," said Bulma, "there's some stuff in here that I've never seen before, but I think I can figure most of it out." As she looked over the panel she saw several she didn't understand. One in particular caught her attention; it was labeled "P s or nse ce". "Now what could this do?" she wondered aloud. "Oh well," she said, "only one way to find out." And with that, she pushed the button. Suddenly, 18's breasts doubled in size, causing her bra to snap off and fly across the room. The growth happened so fast that it caused a recoil tremor in 18's body, which knocked soot off the label. It now read "Push for fanservice". "Well, that explains that," giggled Bulma.
"Don't ever touch that again!!" fumed 18.
"Fine,"" said Bulma, "I guess I should just leave alone these switches labeled 'Instant tentacle hentai' and 'Cheesecake mode'."
"Damn right you should," snapped 18. "Dr. Gero was an extremely lonely old man, and he had some weird ideas."
"Anyway," said Bulma, "let's see what else is in here."

Chapter Five:
At last Bulma found an I/O-jack port (no not there, you perverts). She hooked 18 up to the computer and began scanning for anything she could find.
"Ah, here we go," she exclaimed, "your bio-logs! These will tell use what's been going on." She typed on her keyboard for a moment, then, " Okay, I see a recent spurt of physical activity."
"Yes," said 18, "my training session this morning."
"That's strange," said Bulma.
"What, I try to keep in shape. I didn't get the figure I used to have by sitting around all day," replied an indignant 18.
"No not that," responded Bulma. "The bio-log shows that instead of building muscle like normal, something has caused your body to make fat from it. In fact, every movement you've made since yesterday afternoon has added fat to your body. It seems that the exercise just had a greater effect."
"What do you mean everything I've done has made me fat?!" screeched 18.
"I'm going to run a diagnostic and see if I can find the cause," said Bulma. "In the meantime, you need to drink some water. I know it will add some weight, but you have been sweating ever since you got here, and a little weight is better than dying of dehydration. Plus, observing the effect might help my find the cause faster."
"If you say so," grumbled an unhappy 18. "But you better be right, I don't wanna make this worse and then find out you still have no clue what's happening or ow to fix it."
Bulma left the lab and came back with a glass of water. 18 drank it after a moment's hesitation. As she did, she gained the beginnings of a new chin and of a new belly roll.
"Okay, I saw where the abnormality occurred in your system, now to take a look at it and see what it is."

Chapter Six:
Bulma pulled out the malfunctioning circuit, it was near totally fried. What few wires hadn't burned out had become severely tangled and crossed. "I'm gonna hook this up to the diagnostic machine and see if I can learn anything."
She placed the circuit between a pair of electrode clips, and began typing on the computer. After a moment some code fragments came up. "This appears to be the chip that controls your metabolism," said Bulma, "I'm gonna run a search through the rest of your systems and see if any of this code comes up anywhere else. If it does, it will likely be something that interacts with this circuit board, and it might shed some light on what caused this to happen."
"I'm not stupid." grumbled 18, "It's very hard to have a mad scientist turn you from a human to an android without learning something about computers in the process."
"Hey, do you want my help or not!," yelled Bulma. "Okay, I've found a section of matching code. It seems to be the program for body development, but it's hard to tell because it's all scrambled. Whatever, fried that circuit must have affected this to. Hey, what's this?"
"What's what?" asked 18.
"Well," explained Bulma, "when I read the first letter from each line of code it spells 'RUN FILE GRMSSGTRTR'. I'm going to try it and see what happens."
Bulma opened the run menu and typed "File> GRMSSGTRTR", then hit enter. When she did a window came up displaying an opening screen for a video. Once it had loaded, the window displayed the face of the late Dr. Gero!!

Chapter Seven:
"I always knew there was a possibility you would go soft on me, 18. So I created and installed a program in the event you decide to quit. Sure, you have a bomb inside you, but that's only in case you become a danger to me. After all why waste all that hard work that went into you, just because you stopped fighting. Besides, torture is more fun. I wondered what would be the worst thing I could do to a vain person like you with such pride in their strength, and it came to me! I could make you fat and weak!! If 16 and 17 are with you, they should know that they have similar programs in them, attuned to their worst fears! Now, if you decide to be a good girl, and do what I tell you, then come back to me and I might be generous enough to reverse the program and restore you to your original, thin, and powerful self. Of course, if I am already dead for one reason or another, then you are out of luck, because I and only I know how to undo the effects of the program! Not even that dumb blue-haired girl who thinks she's a real scientist can help you! HAHAHAHA!!" The window went blank and closed itself!
"Hey," said Bulma, "who's he calling dumb! I'll show him, I'll figure out how to stop this program yet!"
The window came back, "Oh, and one more thing. The longer the program is left on, the faster and greater it's effects become!! BWUHAHAHAHEEHEE!!"

Chapter Eight:
"Time to see if this works," said Bulma. "I've built a replacement circuit board based on the one that was fried by Dr. Gero's program." Un the testing stand there was indeed a new chip that looked much like an unfried version of the one that was found in 18. In addition to the electrode clips, there were various wires running from it. Some went into 18, and some connected to Bulma's computer. "First, I need you to drink this special paste that will show up on the x-ray (note: This stuff is real, hospitals use it to find problems such as fissures in the digestive tract. I know because I had it once for a problem that you don't want to know about. It's a very thick sludgy stuff, but I don't remember what it tastes like because I was very young at the time.), so that I can chart the effects of the various chips and wires when a test current is sent through them."
18 took a small hesitant sip of the stuff, and promptly gagged. "I'm not drinking this. It's nasty!" she fumed.
"It will be a lot harder to fix you if you don't drink it," warned Bulma.
"Too bad, I'm not doing it," repeated 18.
"Fine," said Bulma. "Now let's test the first one."
Bulma sent a small electric current through the circuit. Almost immediately, 18 double over and began to moan. She quickly grabbed the container of glop and poured it all down her throat in a matter of moments, not even stopping to breathe.
"That one must control hunger," remarked Bulma as she shut off the current. "Now let try the next one."
She readjusted the electrode clips and restarted the current. This time 18's stomach began to churn and roil. It mushed around the sludge, sending further along the digestive tract.
"Okay, so that one controls the stomach's digestive processes. Let's keep going."
She again moved the electrodes and restarted the current. Now the slop was in 18's intestines. It churned and bubbled, and did other intestine-y things. Bulma unintentional bumped the console, causing the frequency of the current to shift. 18 placed her hand on her large belly and began to moan a bit as her gut began emitting rumbles. Suddenly, a large fart ripped out of her, loud enough to make the smaller equipment shake. Her kimono billowed up exposing her fleshy rear. The stench was intense. Bulma left the room, claiming she needed to breathe, but 18 could hear her laughter through the walls with her enhanced ears. When Bulma returned she was still grinning.
"If you ever do that to me again," warned 18, "they won't find enough of you to bury!"
"That one obviously controls your intestines," giggled Bulma. "Now to try the last one!" She grinned as she readjusted the electrodes for the last time and reset the current's frequency.
"You better be more careful this time," grumbled 18.
As the current restarted, the sludge was absorbed by 18's hyper efficient android intestine, which could digest things a normal human couldn't even chew without destroying their teeth. As the sludge disappeared, 18's body gradually thickened. Her elbows became less visible. Her face became softer and rounder, the last of it's previously chiseled hard lines vanishing. Even her feet became pudgier, with her toes looking like white tootsie rolls. Her belly bulged out more and developed the beginnings of a vertical crease below her navel. She grew and additional roll on her back, and her breasts gained roughly half a cup size.
"So that one obviously controls your metabolization of ingested materials. Since the circuit board seems to be working fine, it's time for me to start descrambling that metabolic code." said Bulma.

Chapter 9:
Bulma was reading the code with mounting despair. “It’s incredibly scrambled, I don’t know how well I can decode it.”
“Well why not?” pouted 18.
“This seems to be a heavily modified version of a little used coding method. I barely know the basics of the of the original form.” explained Bulma.
“What do you mean you barely know the basics?” raged 18. “I thought you were supposed to be a computer genius!!”
“That’s why I even know the basics. If it’s base code is the one I think it is, we could have a tough time. If I’m right, it’s a version of an old code used originally for security programs. It was made to be a hacker deterrent. It was almost unbelievably complex, a program written in it could function even if scrambled or even be made to become a new program after such scrambling, and even if it was never scrambled, once a program was written, junk data and program lines were automatically inserted into it in random places by the coding system, so that only someone who had access to the original creating program, which would remember the key, could install the program, debug it, and set it up to run on a new computer. At first it was hailed as a savior by banks, corporations, governments, and any other place that needed and could afford supreme security. But, once they realized how expensive and time consuming it was to provide the necessary training to enough employees to make internally created security programs feasible, the began to out-source the program development to third party companies. One group of programmers had already seen this coming and prepared for it by becoming the best in the business at the style of coding, long before other people even thought of forming companies around making these programs. Because of their early preparation and unmatched skill, they quickly rose to the top of the business, eventually they even managed to force all of their competitors out of business. Once they were the only people around who could provide this ‘miracle’ programing, everyone came to them. What no one realized was that this elite group was totally corrupt and built a backdoor into each and every one of their programs. Once enough of the programs were in place, they struck. Banks and companies were drained of their money. Technology companies and government labs had their inventions’ blueprints stolen from their databases. Factories suddenly stopped production, only to restart minutes later to make new and unusual products which were loaded by automated systems onto inexplicably waiting trucks, never to be seen again. When he authorities tried to investigate, they found the memory banks of all the affected computers had been completely erased, leaving the actual extent of the damage unknown to this day. Of course the controllers of the company were accused, but they were now able to afford highly skilled and unscrupulous lawyers to clear them of the charges on technicalities and legal loopholes. Although they got away with it, everyone knows they did it. There have also been rumors that they had high-level connections to the Red Ribbon Army.” expositioned Bulma. (did everyone get all that?)
“If it’s such a horrible language, then how do yo know it, Bulma?” asked 18, puzzled.
“Well,” continued Bulma, “just because it was easily abusable as a security system doesn’t mean it didn’t have a few other uses, mostly commercial. Some music companies use it on their CD’s to prevent pirating. And in the video game industry, developers use it to prevent people from using cheat code devices and from making emulators…”
“But what does that have to do with you?” interrupted 18.
“I was just now getting to that.” huffed Bulma. “ Not to long ago, I decided that Capsule Corp. should start making a video game system, you know, for those times when your miles away from anybody and want to do something more interactive than watching TV or reading a book. So, I started taking courses in this language so that no one could steal our games. But as I said, this was only recently, so I have only had a few classes. Luckily for you, I’m a fast learner.”
“So why have you told me all of this? It seems that the only purpose it could serve is to make me worried,” grumbled 18.
“Well…” said Bulma in that hesitant drawn out style of a nervous anime character, “to tell the truth, it kept you from yelling at me. I needed to be able to concentrate while working on something this difficult, and that long backstory was just the thing to keep you quiet and calm. See, just while we’ve been talking, I have managed to extract four separate parts of the program.”
“I suppose I should be mad, since you manipulated me with that false story, but in my current condition I just can’t seem to find the energy.” stated 18.
“The story wasn’t false at all. It was entirely true. I wouldn’t lie to you about something like that, you’d kill me. I was just lucky that this was the near impossible programing language with the long history, instead of the one created for April Fool’s Day by a hacker and inserted into 90% of all major computer servers, just to say ‘Ha Ha made you look!’ once it was decoded. then I wouldn’t have gotten nearly as much work done while telling you about the code.” said Bulma.
‘In that case, I guess I should be glad for all the progress you’ve made to help me, but in my current condition I just can’t seem to find the energy.” repeated 18.
“Right now it doesn’t seem like I’ll be able to get anything else out of this mess, so lets start testing the programs,” said Bulma. “I’ll load the first on now. Brace yourself.”
As the program began to run 18’s legs bloated and swelled. First the dimpled up from waist to knee, then then entire leg from hip to ankle was covered with a smooth, jiggly layer of flab. This repeated three times, very quickly, with more weight being added each time, before Bulma managed to shut off the program. Once the growth stopped, 18’s rear was wider than her shoulders. It was so big that it actually enveloped her stomach almost to the navel. Her legs were so thick that they touched until mid-shin. The fat even formed a cuff that drooped over her ankles. 18 was now a highly exaggerated pear shape.
“Well, we know what that one does, now for the next one.” said Bulma.
“Be more careful this time,” admonished 18.
Once the second program began running, 18’s breast began to grow. Swelling, then sagging, until they fell over her gut and landed on her lap. Each breast was now too big to be lifted without using both hands. Not because of its weight, but because that if only one had was used its soft composition and large size would shift the center of gravity so that it would half-slide/half-ooze off. 18 now had an extreme hourglass figure.
Bulma finally managed to stop staring and shut off the program after overpowering her jealousy at 18’s enormous bust with the fact that 18 also had an enormous butt.
“What the hell took you so long?!” yelled an enraged 18. “While you where busy thinking who knows what, I was being crushed under my on tits! Please tell me you’re not into that kind of thing!”
“It’s not that!” said Bulma, sweatdropping. “it’s just that for a moment, I was actually kind of jealous.”
“Jealous! JEALOUS?” screamed 18. “How could you be jealous? Or have you forgotten that I am currently a huge sack of lard?”
“Sorry,” said Bulma, “were half way through these programs. Maybe one of the two remaining will provide some kid of clue as to how to fix you or at least stop this growth.”
When Bulma started the third program, nothing seemed to happen at first. But as the growth became faster it was evident that something was happening that couldn’t be seen since 18’s breast and butt were in the way. All of a sudden, 18’s belly shoved its way free of the restraint of the overlapping breasts and the enveloping rear. It was now growing so fast that it had reached 18’s knees by the time Bulma could deactivate the program. It had three distinct rolls, a large crease divide it into two sections below the waist, and it was in a stat of constant rippling from the sudden stop in outward motion. 18 was now a very definite apple shape.
“Gaah! I must weigh 800 pounds!” bawled 18. “Why didn’t you stop it sooner?”
“First,” said Bulma, “according to the built in scale, you weigh 953 pounds. Second, I couldn’t stop it at the beginning because I couldn’t see what it was doing and I have to know what each program controls if I am going to have any hope of getting you back to normal, and when your stomach erupted out like that, I was momentarily stunned, but I acted a fast as I could. We only have one program left, with any luck it will shed some light on the answer.”
When Bulma ran the final program, 18’s body looked like it was going haywire. All of her parts were growing at different rates, stopping and starting apparently randomly. Soon her body started spilling of the sides of the work table, which luckily was made for working on machines and robots that sometimes weighed several tons, so it withstood the weight easily.
Meanwhile the ode started to scramble. Numbers and letters scrolled past, constantly changing their values. It would just seem to be stopping when it would suddenly blink into something new.
“Not again!” yelled Bulma and 18 simultaneously, but for different reasons.
When everything settled down and the weight gains and program scrambling stopped, 18’s fat was once again evenly distributed across her body and the code was totally different from what it had been only moments before. The weight readout on the scale now read “1250 lbs”. A gain of 297 pounds in a little less than two minutes! For the first time since becoming an android, 18 cried in despair.
As Bulma reviewed the new code, she frowned. “This doesn’t look good. I tried checking the first letter of each line again, but it’s just gibberish. …Wait, it looks like there are nowhere near as many capital letters this time, maybe the provide a clue.” She tried writing them out on a piece of paper, but it didn’t help. “‘RLDDMGSSMRGNUR’ could that mean anything?”
She shook her head to clear it, as she did she caught sight of the paper’s reflection on the monitor. “That’s it!” she exclaimed. she once again opened the Run menu , but this time she typed: GRMSSGMDDLR. “I wonder what this one says.” she mused as a video window once again opened…

Chapter ten:
Once again, Dr. Gero's face appeared. "So you didn't heed my earlier warning and went to someone else instead of me! If you have turned against me, then you are getting what you deserve! I said I was the only one who could reverse this program and I wasn't lying. For your disobedience and for the presumptuousness of whoever is trying to rewrite my programming, the effects are now going to be even worse. Now every breath you take will make you fatter. Of course, you might have been loyal to me until I was killed by something you couldn't prevent, and this program was activated when you lost your fighting spirit through disheartenment. If that's the case, you might have gone to someone else because you couldn't come to me, and I guess I should be sorry and deactivate the program. But you know what, I'm not that kind of person so you are just out of luck! Enjoy your new size, because you're never going to be thin again! AHAHAHAHA!" Once again, the video window closed itself.
"No, NO, NOO!" wailed 18. She lay sobbing, trapped by her own body which was slowly growing with her every cry.
"Don't give up just yet," said Bulma. "While that message was playing I was working on the code some more. I'm starting to get the hang of the modifications he's made to the original language and I already have four new programs from the mess and I've almost got a fifth one! I'll need to test them, of course, but this should bring us closer to the answer for you!"
"Do what you want." replied 18 glumly, "It's hopeless for me. Nothing matters anymore."
Bulma started the first program. 18's arms began growing at an alarming rate. As they swelled they developed large hanging bags, that swung back and forth in time to 18's crying. Soon the fat began to pile around her elbows, forming deep craters. Her upper arms looked like bags of potatoes, while her forearms looked like salamis in a butcher shop. Her finger were each the size of bratwurst, and her hand was starting to resemble a baseball mitt. Bulma shut off the program after only thirty seconds, but the results were astounding. "Arms," Bulma said.
She then started the second program. 18's feet began to grow. the swelled up past the normal shoe size for a woman and the past the range normal for men. They were huge balls of fat. The toes, which ranged in thickness from that of a cigar for the smallest toes to that of doorknob for the largest, just barely poked out of the near shapeless blobs her feet had become. Bulma had had to walk all the way around 18 to find what was happening and all the way back to turn off the program, which was what allowed the time for the large amount of growth, it was a long walk. "Feet," Bulma noted to herself.
When Bulma started the next program, 18's entire body began to swell very quickly in the manner of her legs earlier. First she dimpled up with cellulite, the she smoothed over with flab. It happen so quickly that by the time Bulma had shut it off, 18 had more than doubled in size! The scale display on Bulma's monitor now read 3000 Lbs! The fringe of flesh that had overflowed the worktable earlier was now a floor reaching curtain that completely obscured it from view. Her shape defied normal descriptive terms, because no human like this had ever existed before, thus there were no words made for it. She was now more geography than anatomy. Her breasts were a pair of mountains stacked atop the rolling plain of her belly. Her legs were a pair of peninsulas, surrounded by not by sea but by more leg. Her back was a series of ridges and canyons. "Body size and composition," said Bulma.
When Bulma activated the fourth program, 18 did not grow. Instead her skin began cycling through various appearances. First, it crisscross with dozens of stretch-marks. Next, those disappeared and were replaced by a series of large pale-blue veins. Then, those vanished to be replaced by an incredible number of wrinkles, crevices, and rolls. Finally, those became smooth and her skin became pale and taunt as t does around the stomach after a very large meal. When Bulma shut off the program, 18's skin returned to normal. "Skin qualities," said Bulma. "Now for the last one!"
Bulma activated the final program and 18 began to grow unevenly again. As she did the code once again scrambled. Bulma tried but she couldn't deactivate the program. When it finally stopped on its own, 18's weight now registered at 4326 lbs. She was nearly spherical. Her head was immobilized by her neck, and her arms and legs were enveloped up to the elbows and knees respectively. Lastly her breast sank deeply into her her enormous gut, like bowling balls on a water bed.
'I'm looking at the code, now that it's stopped scrambling," said Bulma. "There don't seem to be anymore hidden messages, but something seems odd. I can't put my finger on what it is, but I have an idea…"

Chapter eleven:
"I'm going to input the three different versions of this code into a program that will scan for patterns in the changes that have been made by the scrambler. If it finds any we can then take the pattern and apply it's reverse to the version that was in you when I first hooked you up to my machine. That should restore your original programing, stopping your growth and allowing us more time to fix your problem."
Bulma typed furiously on her keyboard, inputting data as fast as she could. When she stopped, she shot I glance at 18. "Here goes, cross your fingers." She looked at 18's fingers. "Never mind, just wish me luck."
For several tense minutes the screen flashed with code. Bulma held her breath as she stared at the screen. 18 stopped crying but was to scared to look. Finally, the screen stopped with a *ding* and Bulma cheered, "Yes, it found a pattern. Now just apply this to your programing and… Yes, the original version. Now I'm to find and remove Dr. Gero's weight gain mechanism so that this won't happen again… Done! And some of those control programs we found earlier might actually be the way to fix you!"
"How?" said 18. "They all just made me fatter or uglier."
"But," smirked Bulma, "with a little modification, we can make them work for us. I have a plan. It will probably be somewhat painful, but when its over you should be back to your normal self."
"No pain could be worse than this if it means I can return to normal again!" responded 18.
"Okay, then listen up. First, now this may sound gross but it's vital to the plan, I use the skin control program o make you grow a second skin under all the excess body fat. If we raised our metabolism enough to quickly burn it off, the amount of heat and energy released would fry you from the inside out, we have to remove it another way. While we can't make matter disappear, we can change it. If I then use the body composition program correctly, I can change it into a lighter than air gas by rearranging it's molecular structure. It will be like you're wearing a giant helium balloon."
"But how will that help?" asked 18.
"You'll see," said Bulma, "now hold still this will only take a second." As Bulma ran the skin program, 18 yelled in pain. No visible changes occurred except a slight ripple that ran through her body from top to bottom.
"Now before the fat changes into a gas, it's going to pass through a liquid phase. This shouldn't cause any harm, but you may feel strange as it is happening. When the liquid begins to turn to gas, grab onto something so you don't float away" Bulma cautioned. Bulma ran the body program. At first everything looked the same, but soon 18's body began to change. First, her fat began to soften, turning softer and saggier. As it drooped lower the wrinkles in her body began to fade, she was becoming like a water balloon. Then strangely as more and more fat became liquid, she started turning blue. Very pale at first, like someone who was out in the cold too long, then darker, like she was holding her breath. Finally as she was as dark a blue as a violet, the liquid started to change to a gas. as the gas floated to the top of the blue liquid, her body stopped it's bottom heavy sagging and became round again, making her resemble a blueberry. As more liquid turned to colorless as the blue color faded, and she was slowly lifted of the ground. Her gas filled cheeks were holding her mouth shut, so she couldn't express her fear and displeasure at becoming a parade float.
"Now for the part I couldn't tell you about," said Bulma, "because you would have said no. The reason for giving you the second skin was twofold. One, it keeps the gas out of your bloodstream, which would have resulted in a fatal case of the bends. Two, I also thinned your outer skin at the same time, I doubt you noticed because of the inner skin growing. I had to thin the outer skin, because if I didn't, this wouldn't work." As she said this she quickly brought a pin out from behind her back an punctured 18's belly. With a loud *POP*, 18's outer skin exploded, leaving her inner skin intact.
18 picked herself up off the ground and rushed at Bulma. She grabbed Bulma's shirt collar and hoisted her off the ground. "You enjoyed that didn't you! You had to goo and pop me… Wait… I can move! I'm not fat anymore! Thank you, Bulma! I don't know how I can ever repay you!" With that she rushed out of the lab shouting joyfully, "I'm back to normal! I'm me again!"
She ran to the door and opened it to leave, only to find Master Roshi standing there about to knock. "Oh, there you are 18. Krillain and I were worried because you've been gone all day and night and you didn't tell us you were leaving. I was just coming over to see if Bulma had seen y…o…u…" he trailed off as he got his first look at 18 other than her face.
Five minutes later, back in the privacy of Bulma's lab, 18 was still toweling off the blood. "I tried to tell you that you were still naked, but you were too busy shouting and running off to hear me." admonished Bulma.
~The End~

Author's Note: At some unknown point later, an unknown hacker broke into Bulma's computer. After browsing around aimlessly, he came across the record of this event. Although no tapes were available, he had recently activated Deinde's two-wish eternal dragon. He had used his first wish for ultimate hacking skills, but had saved his second wish. Being an FA, he immediately used it for a complete video record of this event. A copy of it managed to make it into my hands, as to this day 18 hasn't found out about the hacker or his wish. So, whoever took that shower scene, I need it back so she doesn't find out and wish all copies out of existence.