A few seconds passed in silence as you digested what you've just heard. And then it just came out.
"You cannot be serious." the surprise that briefly crossed your face gave way to incredulous horror, and you berated the massive weretiger. "Ridiculous! A gender-focused, infectious virus that gives women everywhere, of every race, a difficult time, and you want to make it worse??! Of all things?!?" again, silence filled the room, and you suddenly realised your position. Thankfully, she wasn't short-tempered, and she just began to play with her bosom and belly fat, wobbling it in a seductive manner while her wheelchair creaked.
"You know, most of the female population around the world, save most of you humans, is rather well-endowed and curvaceous. So just a few extra tons won't be harmful. Think about it, being so big and plushy and soft is a dream. Just lazying about, eating what you want, doing what you want, while being even softer and warmer than a pillow... or a bed for that matter... Sure, those aflicted by my own strain will be rendered immobile, but they'd have reinforced bones and muscles to support themselves, and also be in high heaven." she sighed deeply, rubbing her dome of a gut. She was sorta right, most females you've met thus far were a little heavier than normal, considering their size. You cannot help but blush a bit, seeing how her flab shook and jiggled, so you mentally slap yourself and pinch your nose, regaining your composure.
"But... wait, what if you were to work on a permanent cure? Wouldn't you get even more credit for it?" you ask, looking up to her puffy face. Stopping just to dismissively wave her hand, she moaned a reply.
"Well... I've considered that already, but why be a stick of a woman with a few insignificant deposits of fat on your body, when you can be a true woman, with plenty of curves to go around?" she wheeled herself forward, her apron of a belly inching closer to you. Acting on instinct, you took a step backwards, to which Helena simply chuckled. "Relax, buddy, I'm not going to hurt you, in fact, why don't you try rubbing my belly, just to feel how wonderful and soft it is?"
"Um... I'd rather not." you say, hoping your cheeks weren't as flushed as you thought they were. As a response, the massive doctor just wheeled herself a little closer to you, giggling like a schoolgirl at your apparent shyness. Not wishing to anger your host, you comply, and reach out to cope a feel of her blob of a belly.
It felt nice. You had to admit, it was as soft and warm as she described, earlier. But still, to force other women, monster or human, to have this physique forever was a little too much. So you thought about it, while she kept purring in bliss, what if... "Say... what if I told you of a way you could realise this... uh... fantasy of yours, AND at the same time, get popular and credited for your achievement?"
"I'm listening." she moaned, a wide grin on her feline face. She was so curious at to what you had to suggest, she leaned as much as possible to see you better, a task made harder by her enormous boobs, but she didn't seem to mind them.
"Well, you gotta admit, a lot of folks won't take kindly to a highly infectious and incurable strain of nebutori... and that making a cure for the normal cases would bring you a lot of attention, the good kind, not to mention recognition..." listening, she frowned and her face started to darken a bit, so you internally hoped your idea wasn't as bad as it seemed. "...so why not get both?"
At this, all she did was blink in confusion. "Come again?"
"Think about it, you come up with a cure to a sickness that bothers a lot of women's lives, and at the same time, you create a pill that contains a moderated dose of nebutori, so those that share your mindset, or are curious about it, can indulge themselves, without infecting anyone else." listening in, her face loses all form of expression, thinking deeply. You keep trying to convince her. "If they catch on, which I think they will, coming from the one who found the permanent cure to nebutori, aka YOU, you could make yourself a small fortune selling the cure in a pill AND selling varied doses of the sickness, likewise in pills. This way, everyone gets what they want, yourself included."
A moment passes in silence, as she contemplates your idea. Clearing her throat, she decided, as you braced yourself for her reply...
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