Nora woke up. Which if one were to saw it, looked very weird.Mainly due to the fact her head was a gigantic Jack-O-Lantern. So when she woke up, it looked like a pumpkin igniting. It was dead and dark one moment before it flared to life.A lush burst of light came from her head, not nearly a flashbang but enough to illuminate her room in its entirety. A sound like a echoing yawn issued forth from between the pumpkin's....lips. More like a movable carved face all things considered. Her bed, which was just a pile of hay, ruffled as the pumpkin woman moved. She stretched and began to move her body to remove all of her kinks.
She was around six-five or six-six in height, with a wide frame around four feet in diameter. A stomach that, while it didn't jiggle, did give the impression of it. Her skin wasn't hollow though and her 'skin' wouldn't break with a couple of breaks. On top of this huge stomach were two pumpkin sized breasts, no nipples. While below were equally massive cheeks and thighs and calves that could support her. Nora slept nude, do to the strain that her body would put on any clothes that she wore.
Not being a very clean person before her curse, she instead wobbled over to her pile of clothes that she had in the corner. Bra and shirts in one corner; pants and underoos in the other. Peering at the ones she wanted, Nora bent down and picked up a matching pair of purple things. Yawning, which created shining light and tiny sparks, Nora dressed herself.
Lumbering out of her small room in her one room house, Nora headed forth to greet the community. It was early in the morning, around five in the morning, and Nora strutted towards the main hall. Around twenty people were there, like her they were descendants of the original five families that founded the community. A stop point between here and the wider forests and lakes that dotted the area. True, nothing like the five lakes out west, but still on many maps. It was something to be slightly proud of. She lumbered up to a wide, though compared to her she was quite thin, woman. Brunette and a squarish face, Mother Bryce. She was flipping a pancakes over an open stove, right in front of the others.
"Morning, Nora dear." She spoke; voice harsh from years of smoking. Nora gave a smile and a wave and reached her large body over Mother Bryce to take a plate from beyond her. She eagerly awaited her morning pancakes.
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