Shoshanna didn’t know how long she sat on her floor it could have been seconds it could have been hours. Maybe even days. But it was really just about twenty minutes. Taking a deep breath she brought her hands up and turned them over staring at their backs, but this time in wasn’t in horror. She stared at the white gloves, marveling at how pretty they looked covering her four-fingered hands. She giggled slightly as she flexed her fingers, fingers that had fattened up like plump sausages, and noted how she had no loss of dexterity, proving it by touching her thumb to each of her three fingers. “Amazing,” she honked her nose.
Shoshanna rose to her feet and rocked back and forth on her giant feet. She couldn’t help herself and smiled as she noticed her big round body helped to maintain her momentum as she moved back and forth. She again honked her nose in approval, and a person watching her would have wondered if she was aware of this new behavior she was expressing.
Waddling to her living room Shoshanna fell onto her couch and rolled into an upright sitting position. She kicked her feet up onto her coffee table and wiggled her toes, admiring how big they were and how they flexed the material of her shoes. She was chuckling to herself when she let out another of her farts, which made her wiggle her toes faster in amusement. As the smell hit her big red clown nose, she began honking it furiously in delight.
Tearing her eyes from her big, wide feet Shoshanna playfully drummed her new, almost spherical, body. Particularly on her belly, as she enjoyed the deep thumping sounds it summoned. Shoshanna was finding her new changes a bit more pleasing then she did earlier.
And the farting!
She was finding herself farting more readily, with less and less time between them until she could almost be called perpetually farting. And she loved it! It just made her so silly, how could a person fart as much as she did and still be so darn gassy?
Shoshanna rose to her (beautiful) big feet and waddled around the house, farting up a storm as she did so. She enthusiastically honked her nose as she let her new clown behaviors take over and cement themselves into her personality. “Why did I hate changing into a clown?” she wondered aloud as she lifted up a foot and farted the newspaper off her counter. She picked up a few random objects and started to juggled them effortlessly as she checked herself out in the mirror. “I mean I was a hot, chocolate babe before, but I’m a gorgeous, milk colored, clown goddess now!” Her vanity hadn’t taken a knock apparently. She threw the objects she was juggling up into the air and bounced them off her balloon like belly as they fell, sending them back through the air to land and rest exactly where they had started.
Shoshanna continued to admire her new self in the mirror and decided she needed to show off just how much hotter she had become. But how to do that best?
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