This choice: Dominique, the Hippopotamus • Go Back...Chapter #7Hippo-Mom-Tamus by: Unknown Dominique was so deep into her music as she was preparing the batter for the macarons that she had no idea she was now a large hippopotamus and the hippo housewife was tapping her foot on the floor to the beat, in turn causing the floor tiles to crack. Her feet had expanded so wide that her high heels cracked apart and broke off. Her butt had expanded to a degree that her skirt couldn't contain it and her panties had degenerated into a sumo thong. Whether she knew it or not, Dominique's stubby new tail was shaking from side to side.
Suddenly, Dominique gasped and let go of her spoon before turning off her iPod. "Oh my gosh! I'm forgetting the milk." Dominique waddled up to the fridge and opened the door to find out that Elisa wasn't kidding about them being out of milk. "Drat! Elisa was right! She had better not be right about Jeremy's report for my hands' sake. Guess this is one thing that buffalos have over hippos. You can’t milk a hippo. Not that you can milk a cape buffalo without getting killed either, but hippos don’t have udders. Well, guess I better head to the store.”
Dominique failed to notice that she was now a hippopotamus and when she tried to walk out the front door, her butt got stuck and she grunted as she tried to push herself out. “Oh come on! I skip one flipping day on the treadmill and this happens? Wait a minute, Jeremy’s not here, I can swear for real.” Dominique inhales before she slips out and has to use her left leg to maintain her footing. “I hope I’m not putting on weight,” said Dominique. “For some reason, my stomach feels like it weighs at least a thousand pounds. Oh well. Better get that milk.”
It wasn’t long before Dominique reached the supermarket and was in the dairy aisle. However, everybody in the market was staring at the 12 foot high hippopotamus woman among them. Dominique noticed the staring and was very concerned. “Why is everybody staring at me?” the redhead asked to herself. “Is it because of my blood red hair. Or is it because I’m a lesbian. Not again. I moved to Zoomtown and married Elisa to get away from that prejudice. Calm down, calm down, Dominique. You just came for some milk. You’ll be in and out... oh man, why am I hungry all of a sudden. I ate so much at breakfast. But my stomach feels like a black hole. Okay, maybe while I’m here, I’ll pick up a quick snack. Aha.” Dominique spotted a bag of popcorn and put it into her basket. But then she saw several already prepared fish sandwiches in wrappers and picked a few up.
One thing led to another and the redhead had brought her groceries to a check out counter and needless to say, the clerk was terrified at the hippopotamus in front of him. Dominique had also seemed to have gotten bigger as she was more than twice his size. “How much do I owe you?” asked the hippo giantess. The man just fainted and the other clerk gestured for Dominique to leave before Dominique had the chance to pay. Dominique stuffed her face with the sandwiches, chips and sweets she bought and was wondering to herself what had happened. “What was that about?” she thought. “Well, it’s lucky for me. All this food would’ve cost a large wad of cash. I only wanted to pick up some milk for my macarons but I had the biggest snack attack I’ve ever seen. Why am I... huh?!”
Dominique looked down to see that she was 20’ tall if the size of the cars at her feet was any indication. Her belly was 20’ feet wide and her butt was even wider. “What on....?” Dominique was then left speechless as she looked into the window of a nearby building and saw the reflection of the hippopotamus giantess she had become. When Dominique saw her reflection, she very nearly fainted and gave a look of pure shock. She walked up to the window and rubbed her snout and then lifted up her large stomach before turning around and looking at her wide booty before spanking herself and making her titanic cheeks shake. “Oh my... O.M.G.!” Dominique took out her cell phone so she could contact Elisa and tell her what happened. However, she noticed that her fingers were much too big for the buttons and lowered her pinky finger to use her long red fingernails to press the buttons and call her wife.
"Elisa," said Dominique to her wife on the phone. "You're not going to believe this but I've turned into a hippopotamus the size of a house." On the other end of the phone, Elisa, now a cape buffalo as big as her wife and sitting on top of a donut shop, bit her lip. "Oh... I believe you. I just got turned into an African buffalo myself." "What?! How the heck did this happen!? Maybe this is just a dream." Dominique pinched herself on her car-destroying booty and then grunted in pain but then looked and saw her fat golden-red hands and then let out a moan. "It's not a dream, Elisa. But why would we turn into a hippopotamus and a cape buffalo? It doesn't make any sense."
Elisa tossed a handful of strawberry donuts into her mouth before she spoke. "Wait. These are the very same animals that Jeremy was trying to decide to do his report on. Our bet last night. I bet he would choose an African buffalo and you said he would choose a hippopotamus. Maybe this is a psychosomatic change. Maybe somehow through our bet, we willed ourselves into the very animals we were siding on." Dominique dropped her very large jaw in confusion as she showed her huge fangs. "Elisa," she said. "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard! We're not psychic. Oh my goodness. What will Jeremy think when...." "When he learns that his other mother is a hippopotamus? You should've been at the school, I felt like I belonged in a zoo." "School nothing," said Dominique. "You had to go to work." Elisa let out a groan. "Don't remind me. Thankfully, mutating into a buffalo big enough to wear cars as roller skates doesn't get you kicked off of the force."
Dominique let out a sigh and then tried to sit down, only to hear a crashing sound. She rose up and saw that she had inadvertently sat on four parked cars and pressed them so flat that they were tattooed to her enormous butt. “Well, this is a fine kettle of fish, Elisa. What are we gonna do about this? We sure as heck can’t go on with our bet. Our fingers are too big. We’d break all the dishes we have.” Elisa let out a sigh. “We’ll figure out where we’ll go from here at the end of the day. Something tells me we won’t be turning back to normal anytime soon." Dominique let out a groan and waddled away. "I hate Mondays."
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