Tags: Furry, Futa, Solo, Transformation, Autofellatio, Autopaizuri, Excessive Cum, Cumflation, Messy
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Representatives from the Eichenville Zoo have stated that there is no cause for alarm and that the escaped hyena is unlikely to approach anyone. That being said, they urge caution and if you do see the animal, do not approach it and head for shelter briskly. Do not run and do not engage. In other news, the cleanup of the Friendly Fusion Nuclear Facilities Management spill is stalled for the third time as bidding for the task failed to reach what was considered fair and appropriate compensation. Please continue to avoid the wooded areas around mile marker 27 just out of town. Budgetary restrictions have limited the availability of appropriate signage for that spill as the mayor's office states they won't pay the extra $12.50 to expedite new signage shipping and anyone that goes on a hiking trail where everything is glowing green deserves what they get.
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Mika slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, panting heavily and holding her right hand clamped tight around her left forearm. Her thin jumper top was torn open and she was bleeding from a fairly deep wound. She peeled back her hand to look and was surprised that it wasn't as bad as it felt. There was blood and bite marks, but honestly she thought that being bitten by a giant green glowing hyena would have done more damage. It seemed to be more of a hit and run than anything. Bite and run? Bite and...scamper? In any case, she was exhausted from both the early morning run in that pretty forest that was glowing just like the hyena. Mika kept herself in good shape, bordering on too thin. She wasn't particularly strong so it was a good thing the hyena hadn't been something she had to actually fight off.
Far from the brightest hammer in the toolbox, Mika still knew she should clean and bandage her wound and she was on her way to the bathroom in her tiny apartment when she started to feel a little queasy. She stopped just before she passed by the kitchenette area and said to the empty room, "Mm. I didn't eat anything. I should have a nibble, that will settle my stomach." A quick pivot and she headed to the fridge, her wounded arm forgotten as images of sustenance danced in her head suddenly. She opened the door and stared for a minute at the contents, contemplating all the vegetables and carefully organized containers of balanced meals before she pulled out the pack of steaks that she had been saving for a special occasion that hadn't ever come. "Some protein sounds good."
Tossing the pack on the counter she dug around in the lower cabinet to find a pan. She couldn't find it by feel so she ducked down. It had gotten knocked back somehow and she couldn't quite reach it. Getting down on all fours she stuck her head in and stretched back to the far corner. While kneeling there with her head in the cabinet, she started to feel light-headed and dizzy. Combined with the queasiness in her stomach she started to feel overwhelmed, the very edges of her vision starting to turn black. "Well, that's not go--"
Suddenly the discomfort and queasiness rose to sudden and unbearable pain throught her whole body. She felt like her bones were stretching out of her skin and her skin felt like it was on fire. She fell to her side and clutched her stomach. Sweat beaded at her forehead and soon she was unable to do anything but writhe in agony. She didn't happen to keep mirrors in weird places like on the inside door of the lower cabinet of a tiny kitchen in a tiny apartment in a small neighborhood suburb of a small appalachian town in Eichenville so she wouldn't have seen her face elongating, nose and jaw stretching forward and her skin rapidly darkening. She went from pale to tanned to a dark brown before the texture changed to first short hairs to patchy fur all the way to shaggy and thick.
No mirror was there to betray her changes to her, but she also kept her eyes clenched shut as she moaned and groaned through it. If it wasn't for the pain she might have noticed first the pressure building all across her body but particularly in some key spots. Her clothing started to strain and then tear open as her whole form swelled, her now fur-covered limbs and torso stretching and growing. Her chest and stomach started first, gurgling noises of both redistributed and rapidly growing deposits of fatty tissue fueling the expansion. Beestings led to A, then AA, then like a manic reading of the alphabet her chest grew until she subconsciously rolled onto her stomach. Her now healed left arm clutched her stomach that ached and groaned in sharp pain as if dying from hunger even as it swelled as well, becoming gravid and weighty in her arm.
The new position facilitated the accompanying expansion of thighs and backside. Anyone watching from the back would see a flat, bony washboard of an ass get loaded up with cake. As it went from sheet-cake to dump-cake and beyond, a bushy tail suddenly sprang up, brushlike and curling back up towards her back. At the same time, increasingly hidden by thick thighs, that same person would be surprised to see a pair of heavy balls descend, gurgling and sloshing just as loud as her stomach. They swelled and descended until almost touching the vinyl flooring.
