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Riley O'Shane ran a small but somewhat profitable business, making and delivering pastries and fruits. It ran fairly well, and had been originally opened by her mother 30 years before, and Riley had taken over about 5 years before. Most of the business was local, so there was little chance to expand, but it was quite enough to provide for Riley and her family. Many liked it for not being part of a franchise, which was something she was proud of.
What Riley was *not* proud of, however, was her size. Standing at four-foot-six-inches and ninety pounds, she was tiny. She often needed help reaching higher shelves, and people often mistook her for a child. She always tried not to show her irritation when someone asked for her mother, not knowing she'd passed it to Riley. It didn't help that she had few curves to speak of: nearly flat breasts, and quite narrow hips. It wasn't like she could gain weight either; she'd always get sick and throw up before she would even start to bloat. Just about the only features of herself that she liked was her red-orange hair and her green eyes.
“Oi, come on, turn green,” Riley groaned as she waited at a traffic light. Her seat was set high and forward due to her height, and she was just barely able to shift gears comfortably as she drove off when the light turned. Several days before, she'd received a letter, announcing that a chem company was asking for volunteers to test new formulas, of the volunteer's choice, assuming all slots weren't filled. They offered a handsome sum, and assured that any fatal effects had been the first thing to be worked out. One of them had caught her eye: one to adjust one's height, make them taller. Yes, that seemed quite nice. It said something about “anthro” as a possible side effect, but she was sure it would be something minor.
As Riley walked into the large building, several other people were lined up. At the desk, each one periodically being led off by someone in a doctor. Soon it was her turn to speak. “Ah, Ms Riley O'Shane, here to see...Dr Blanchard, for the H-32 treatment?”
“Yes, of course Ms O'Shane, just wait over there. She will be with you in a few minutes...” Riley nodded and sat in one of the waiting chairs. Riley wasn't sure what the dress code was, as one wasn't listed. She had decided to go simply with jeans and a short sleeve button shirt.
“So, Ms O'Shane...” said Blanchard as she looked over to Riley in the test room. “Any current illnesses you have experienced now or within the last thirty days? Have you eaten in the last twelve hours?” Dr Blanchard was a mid-sized, Scottish woman, somewhat bottom heavy, and with ordinary sized breasts. Her hair, tied into a short ponytail, was dark brown, as were her eyes.
“No, and no, Ma'am.” nodded Riley, rubbing her stomach as it let out a quiet, empty gurgle. “I've followed every instruction I've been given.” She assured Blanchard, after several more “are you sure?” questions, that she was as ready as she'd ever be. Finally, there it was. A small cup of liquid, resembling a fizzling cherry soda. “Now, make sure you consume the entire contents, as quick as you can within a minute. It should take effect several minutes afterward...” Not needed to be told twice, Riley quickly downed the liquid, gulping it like a 12oz soda, letting out a small belch. “'Scuse me...”
The first thing Riley noticed was a slight change in angle, slow at first, then a bit faster. She was growing taller! “Oi! This I like!” she grinned, looking over herself happily, whilst Blanchard was busy watching and taking notes, often at the same time. After about two minutes, she had stopped growing. Blanchrd instructed her to stand against a measuring tape on the wall. “You've grown from...four-foot-six...wow...you've grown to seven-foot-three! That's our best result yet. Might be a bit *too* tall for some though...” Blanchard went back to writing notes, whilst Riley was still amazed. Something felt off, however. “Oof, I itch...guuh, itchy all over!” she groaned, scratching herself. Blanchard looked over sighing. “It's rare, but sometimes people will...”
“WHAAA?!” cried Riley, looking terrified as fur grew out from her arms. Looking down, she was growing fur everywhere, even poking out of the gaps between her shirt buttons, which were already pulled tight. What made her scream was her face stretching out, bones cracking and reshaping, into a long, thin muzzle; it kept her from noticing the tall ears and long tail emerging at the same time.
“...Yeah...it;s rare, but some subjects react to the formulas like this...though, not the species you've become...”
Riley was about to ask more, when she began growing more, but in a different way. She looked down to see her arm swelling out...her muscles were growing! Looking around, this was happening all over, her jean legs bursting an shredding at the seams as her thighs and calves grew At the same time, she was getting a butt for once, too her embarrassment as the back of her pants exploded. With several loud POPS her shirt buttons snapped off, pinging against the wall and one even hit Blanchard. Her bra quickly snapped off, leaving her with just her panties, as she finally stopped growing, looking incredibly buff. Her stomach even bulged outward, the abs were so huge.
“So, how does it feel, O'Shane...?” Riley was still amazed, and her horror had passed. The once tiny, curveless woman was now a hulking seven foot cat or dog-like thing. “I dunno...” Riley shrugged. “Amazed? Happy? But right now, I'm a bit hungry...” On cue, her stomach growled, and unlike before it was a deep, low, loud rumble, that made her stomach quiver slightly. Blanchard nodded, noting that such was expected, and handed over a small (to Riley, anyway) bar of chocolate. She ate it with a single bite.
An unusual gurgle emanated from deep within Riley's gut. It wasn't hunger... “Um...I feel a bit weird...” she said, rubbing her stomach. “Well, you, uh, seem to be having...eh...more reactions that anyone before...just hope it doesn't hurt...” Riley sighed, looking down..and gasped. Her breasts were growing! She was totally flat before, but not she'd grown to double-D's! She squealed happily, and did so again when she felt her butt, already huge from muscle, starting to fatten out as well. “Oh my...mmmn...” With another, low toned rumble, however, her belly began to fatten out too. Riley gasped, blushing as she dug her hands into the increasingly soft flesh. All over, she was growing fatter and fatter. Her arms and calves were almost untouched, but her breasts were billowing out further, growing larger than even watermelons, whilst her steadily swelling ass would go for prize winning pumpkins *each* and still growing, with her meaty thighs growing to the size of small trees. And her belly...oh, her belly as growing huge, doubling up on itself as it swelled up with fat, forming quite a few rolls. By the time it stopped growing, her enormous gut pushed forward twice as far as her titanic breasts. “Mmn,” he moaned patting her belly. “This feels so good...I'd say this worked perfectly!” She grinned, turning to get a good look at herself.
“No, wait, don't--!”called Blanchard, too late, as Riley's gut n' butt knocked over equipment and books when she turned. “Ooops, sorry,” blushed Riley. Blanchard sighed, and went off to find something for her to wear home.
Riley blushed as she sat at the restaurant table. She was still getting used to life as an “Anthro” or “furry” as they were called, but she enjoyed it. She never expected to grow so huge, but the feeling of being big was a growing pleasure for her. Of course, it had its downsides. She broke her bed the night before, the legs collapsing and mattress sagging badly as she got onto it, and even then, it was much too small for her. She also found out just ho big an appetite her new size brought. Even after cleaning out her whole kitchen, and even eating the fridge itself, she was dreadfully hungry throughout the night and found it difficult to sleep, and her stomach growled so loud that neighbors complained.
Licking her lips as the massive feast arrived, Riley gave a light pat on her gut. She felt like she could eat a cow, even two, but that would piss off the farmer so she went for this instead. All the greatest foods that she ever wanted...it was expensive, and not just the volume, but the compensation from the company easily covered it. Her belly jiggled and shook as it rumbled hungrily. With a smirk, Riley began cramming food down her hungry gullet. She didn't care what it was as long as it tasted good, and was within easy reach. The size of her gut meant it took quite a while before she'd start bloating, but one at that point she slowly ballooned, her gut bulging up and over the table, eventually bending it down to the floor.
A thunderous belch rumbled throughout the restaurant. Riley leaned back, a look of smug satisfaction on her face. The collapsed table was completely hidden by her enormous mountain of pure belly, which roared and churned like an un-oiled, poorly maintained machine as it worked hard to process the huge feast within it. Amongst the things she had eaten, included a dozen turkeys, 30 pounds each, all of them halfway burst open with the most fattening stuffing available; at least fifty pies of various flavor, not including 16 huge pizzas; about 15 gallons each of corn, beans, peas, potatoes, and whiskey (She wasn't even slightly tipsy due to her size.); overall, she eaten more than her own (massive) weight. Hiccuping slightly, Riley patted her stuffed gut. It was taught, and stretched to it's limit. She felt like bursting at the seams, she had packed away so much. “Ooof....” she groaned. “Belly...so...full...ohhhh...” A low roaring from the top of her belly slowly moved up, growing louder as it did so. Her cheeks puffed out for a second, before she released a belch even louder than the previous one. “Better...mmnf...so...fucking...stuffed...” With a tiny burp, she looked up to the wide eyed (And impressively potbellied—there's no way one could work at a restaurant this good without gaining 10 or 15 or 50 pounds...) waitresses gathered around her. Riley smirked. “So...where's dessert?”
There was a slight chime as the clock struck 1am. Dr Annabelle Blanchard grinned, staring at the result of her toils: another formula like the many before, but this one was a bit...different. “Right, it is finished...now...the moment of truth...” With only slight hesitation, she chugged the vial down, smacking her lips a bit afterward. Within minutes, it started to take effect. Although the height growth was only minimal, she still changed into an anthro—she screaming and groaned in pain as her body changed shape and bone structure as Riley's had before. This time, the resulting animal was a German Shepard dog. Blanchard smiled happily, more so than she'd done in a long time, taking notes as she examined herself.
“A side effect seems to be occurring, similar to Ms O'Shane's...” she wrote, rubbing her gurgling stomach. It started to bulge outward,puffing up big and round. Her breasts swelled slowly, her body never kept much weight up there, while her butt and thighs thickened most of all. Seems that unlike Riley, she wasn't getting much muscle with the fat. Then, to her horror, all her equipment began to shatter, as buttons popped off her lab coat one by one, her belly bulging forth with a sloshy wobble with each small release. “Oh...oh my...” she blushed, giving an embarrassed smile as she rubbed her gut. A single button held, but was creaking and quivering. She seemed to have stopped growing, but that didn't mean there wasn't much being held back...
There was a shrieking crack as the final button finally gave, rocketing off it's former home into the abyss. Blanchard leaned back with embarrassed (and rather arousing) amazement as a tsunami of belly spilled forward, jiggling like jello as it finally settled, reaching halfway down her thighs. Blanchard murred, rubbing her big gut, and slapping her wide butt. “Mmf...this might prove...quite popular...” Her thoughts were interrupted by a low rumbly growl from her belly. “Heh...perhaps I should visit O'Shane's shop...
Riley is to
crazygameguyRiley O'Shane ran a small but somewhat profitable business, making and delivering pastries and fruits. It ran fairly well, and had been originally opened by her mother 30 years before, and Riley had taken over about 5 years before. Most of the business was local, so there was little chance to expand, but it was quite enough to provide for Riley and her family. Many liked it for not being part of a franchise, which was something she was proud of.
What Riley was *not* proud of, however, was her size. Standing at four-foot-six-inches and ninety pounds, she was tiny. She often needed help reaching higher shelves, and people often mistook her for a child. She always tried not to show her irritation when someone asked for her mother, not knowing she'd passed it to Riley. It didn't help that she had few curves to speak of: nearly flat breasts, and quite narrow hips. It wasn't like she could gain weight either; she'd always get sick and throw up before she would even start to bloat. Just about the only features of herself that she liked was her red-orange hair and her green eyes.
“Oi, come on, turn green,” Riley groaned as she waited at a traffic light. Her seat was set high and forward due to her height, and she was just barely able to shift gears comfortably as she drove off when the light turned. Several days before, she'd received a letter, announcing that a chem company was asking for volunteers to test new formulas, of the volunteer's choice, assuming all slots weren't filled. They offered a handsome sum, and assured that any fatal effects had been the first thing to be worked out. One of them had caught her eye: one to adjust one's height, make them taller. Yes, that seemed quite nice. It said something about “anthro” as a possible side effect, but she was sure it would be something minor.
As Riley walked into the large building, several other people were lined up. At the desk, each one periodically being led off by someone in a doctor. Soon it was her turn to speak. “Ah, Ms Riley O'Shane, here to see...Dr Blanchard, for the H-32 treatment?”
“Yes, of course Ms O'Shane, just wait over there. She will be with you in a few minutes...” Riley nodded and sat in one of the waiting chairs. Riley wasn't sure what the dress code was, as one wasn't listed. She had decided to go simply with jeans and a short sleeve button shirt.
“So, Ms O'Shane...” said Blanchard as she looked over to Riley in the test room. “Any current illnesses you have experienced now or within the last thirty days? Have you eaten in the last twelve hours?” Dr Blanchard was a mid-sized, Scottish woman, somewhat bottom heavy, and with ordinary sized breasts. Her hair, tied into a short ponytail, was dark brown, as were her eyes.
“No, and no, Ma'am.” nodded Riley, rubbing her stomach as it let out a quiet, empty gurgle. “I've followed every instruction I've been given.” She assured Blanchard, after several more “are you sure?” questions, that she was as ready as she'd ever be. Finally, there it was. A small cup of liquid, resembling a fizzling cherry soda. “Now, make sure you consume the entire contents, as quick as you can within a minute. It should take effect several minutes afterward...” Not needed to be told twice, Riley quickly downed the liquid, gulping it like a 12oz soda, letting out a small belch. “'Scuse me...”
The first thing Riley noticed was a slight change in angle, slow at first, then a bit faster. She was growing taller! “Oi! This I like!” she grinned, looking over herself happily, whilst Blanchard was busy watching and taking notes, often at the same time. After about two minutes, she had stopped growing. Blanchrd instructed her to stand against a measuring tape on the wall. “You've grown from...four-foot-six...wow...you've grown to seven-foot-three! That's our best result yet. Might be a bit *too* tall for some though...” Blanchard went back to writing notes, whilst Riley was still amazed. Something felt off, however. “Oof, I itch...guuh, itchy all over!” she groaned, scratching herself. Blanchard looked over sighing. “It's rare, but sometimes people will...”
“WHAAA?!” cried Riley, looking terrified as fur grew out from her arms. Looking down, she was growing fur everywhere, even poking out of the gaps between her shirt buttons, which were already pulled tight. What made her scream was her face stretching out, bones cracking and reshaping, into a long, thin muzzle; it kept her from noticing the tall ears and long tail emerging at the same time.
“...Yeah...it;s rare, but some subjects react to the formulas like this...though, not the species you've become...”
Riley was about to ask more, when she began growing more, but in a different way. She looked down to see her arm swelling out...her muscles were growing! Looking around, this was happening all over, her jean legs bursting an shredding at the seams as her thighs and calves grew At the same time, she was getting a butt for once, too her embarrassment as the back of her pants exploded. With several loud POPS her shirt buttons snapped off, pinging against the wall and one even hit Blanchard. Her bra quickly snapped off, leaving her with just her panties, as she finally stopped growing, looking incredibly buff. Her stomach even bulged outward, the abs were so huge.
“So, how does it feel, O'Shane...?” Riley was still amazed, and her horror had passed. The once tiny, curveless woman was now a hulking seven foot cat or dog-like thing. “I dunno...” Riley shrugged. “Amazed? Happy? But right now, I'm a bit hungry...” On cue, her stomach growled, and unlike before it was a deep, low, loud rumble, that made her stomach quiver slightly. Blanchard nodded, noting that such was expected, and handed over a small (to Riley, anyway) bar of chocolate. She ate it with a single bite.
An unusual gurgle emanated from deep within Riley's gut. It wasn't hunger... “Um...I feel a bit weird...” she said, rubbing her stomach. “Well, you, uh, seem to be having...eh...more reactions that anyone before...just hope it doesn't hurt...” Riley sighed, looking down..and gasped. Her breasts were growing! She was totally flat before, but not she'd grown to double-D's! She squealed happily, and did so again when she felt her butt, already huge from muscle, starting to fatten out as well. “Oh my...mmmn...” With another, low toned rumble, however, her belly began to fatten out too. Riley gasped, blushing as she dug her hands into the increasingly soft flesh. All over, she was growing fatter and fatter. Her arms and calves were almost untouched, but her breasts were billowing out further, growing larger than even watermelons, whilst her steadily swelling ass would go for prize winning pumpkins *each* and still growing, with her meaty thighs growing to the size of small trees. And her belly...oh, her belly as growing huge, doubling up on itself as it swelled up with fat, forming quite a few rolls. By the time it stopped growing, her enormous gut pushed forward twice as far as her titanic breasts. “Mmn,” he moaned patting her belly. “This feels so good...I'd say this worked perfectly!” She grinned, turning to get a good look at herself.
“No, wait, don't--!”called Blanchard, too late, as Riley's gut n' butt knocked over equipment and books when she turned. “Ooops, sorry,” blushed Riley. Blanchard sighed, and went off to find something for her to wear home.
Riley blushed as she sat at the restaurant table. She was still getting used to life as an “Anthro” or “furry” as they were called, but she enjoyed it. She never expected to grow so huge, but the feeling of being big was a growing pleasure for her. Of course, it had its downsides. She broke her bed the night before, the legs collapsing and mattress sagging badly as she got onto it, and even then, it was much too small for her. She also found out just ho big an appetite her new size brought. Even after cleaning out her whole kitchen, and even eating the fridge itself, she was dreadfully hungry throughout the night and found it difficult to sleep, and her stomach growled so loud that neighbors complained.
Licking her lips as the massive feast arrived, Riley gave a light pat on her gut. She felt like she could eat a cow, even two, but that would piss off the farmer so she went for this instead. All the greatest foods that she ever wanted...it was expensive, and not just the volume, but the compensation from the company easily covered it. Her belly jiggled and shook as it rumbled hungrily. With a smirk, Riley began cramming food down her hungry gullet. She didn't care what it was as long as it tasted good, and was within easy reach. The size of her gut meant it took quite a while before she'd start bloating, but one at that point she slowly ballooned, her gut bulging up and over the table, eventually bending it down to the floor.
A thunderous belch rumbled throughout the restaurant. Riley leaned back, a look of smug satisfaction on her face. The collapsed table was completely hidden by her enormous mountain of pure belly, which roared and churned like an un-oiled, poorly maintained machine as it worked hard to process the huge feast within it. Amongst the things she had eaten, included a dozen turkeys, 30 pounds each, all of them halfway burst open with the most fattening stuffing available; at least fifty pies of various flavor, not including 16 huge pizzas; about 15 gallons each of corn, beans, peas, potatoes, and whiskey (She wasn't even slightly tipsy due to her size.); overall, she eaten more than her own (massive) weight. Hiccuping slightly, Riley patted her stuffed gut. It was taught, and stretched to it's limit. She felt like bursting at the seams, she had packed away so much. “Ooof....” she groaned. “Belly...so...full...ohhhh...” A low roaring from the top of her belly slowly moved up, growing louder as it did so. Her cheeks puffed out for a second, before she released a belch even louder than the previous one. “Better...mmnf...so...fucking...stuffed...” With a tiny burp, she looked up to the wide eyed (And impressively potbellied—there's no way one could work at a restaurant this good without gaining 10 or 15 or 50 pounds...) waitresses gathered around her. Riley smirked. “So...where's dessert?”
There was a slight chime as the clock struck 1am. Dr Annabelle Blanchard grinned, staring at the result of her toils: another formula like the many before, but this one was a bit...different. “Right, it is finished...now...the moment of truth...” With only slight hesitation, she chugged the vial down, smacking her lips a bit afterward. Within minutes, it started to take effect. Although the height growth was only minimal, she still changed into an anthro—she screaming and groaned in pain as her body changed shape and bone structure as Riley's had before. This time, the resulting animal was a German Shepard dog. Blanchard smiled happily, more so than she'd done in a long time, taking notes as she examined herself.
“A side effect seems to be occurring, similar to Ms O'Shane's...” she wrote, rubbing her gurgling stomach. It started to bulge outward,puffing up big and round. Her breasts swelled slowly, her body never kept much weight up there, while her butt and thighs thickened most of all. Seems that unlike Riley, she wasn't getting much muscle with the fat. Then, to her horror, all her equipment began to shatter, as buttons popped off her lab coat one by one, her belly bulging forth with a sloshy wobble with each small release. “Oh...oh my...” she blushed, giving an embarrassed smile as she rubbed her gut. A single button held, but was creaking and quivering. She seemed to have stopped growing, but that didn't mean there wasn't much being held back...
There was a shrieking crack as the final button finally gave, rocketing off it's former home into the abyss. Blanchard leaned back with embarrassed (and rather arousing) amazement as a tsunami of belly spilled forward, jiggling like jello as it finally settled, reaching halfway down her thighs. Blanchard murred, rubbing her big gut, and slapping her wide butt. “Mmf...this might prove...quite popular...” Her thoughts were interrupted by a low rumbly growl from her belly. “Heh...perhaps I should visit O'Shane's shop...
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