Milly sat in her living room, looking down at her rotund belly. Though she was wearing a loose T-shirt and sweat pants--her usual attire for a morning jog--the fabric of both stretched against her girth, doing nothing to hide it. Her shirt had even drawn back, exposing her black middriff. As for her sweatpants, they were already showing signs of wear trying to contain Milly's overly-ample rear.
Milly hadn't looked like this yesterday. She'd been a healthy 187 pounds, kept that way with a nice exercise routine, even if she splurged on the occasional ice cream or fast food. But now...
Now the only way I'll get ice cream will probably be eating the whole damn factory, Milly thought. Sudden weight gain like this was the first sign of the Anthro Plague--soon, she wouldn't only be fat, she'd be an animal giantess--maybe even as big as a skyscraper; that had happened before--AND fat. Milly had been infected early on, like so many other women, but she'd remained human. She'd even thought she was somehow immune to the transformations.
Until now.
Sighing, Milly pushed herself out of her chair, wobbling on her feet. "No point in going nuts over it...this will be the new me soon, but damn of I'm going to let it throw my life out of whack!" Encouraged, Milly slipped on her track shoes and went outside, into the morning glare.
One of her neighbors, an anthro vixen, pranced down the street carrying a tiny newspaper in her paw. There was no room on the sidewalk, since she was easily 30 feet tall and VERY pear-shaped. Seeing Milly's "new look", she waved and winked--learning someone was just about to transform was a big event for anthro women, and Milly knew she'd be "welcomed to the club" very soon.
She didn't know if she could put up with the gossip, though. Hearing rumors about the T-Rex women who'd moved in last week eating her ex-husband was bad enough already. Mumbling, Milly started her usual jog. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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