brianna short 3/9/2025

Brianna looks guiltily at the pint of ice cream before her. She knows she shouldn’t. She knows. But she wants to. She shouldn't want to but she does. “It’s only fun because it's temporary,” she’d told herself over and over. “And if I keep doing it, it won’t be temporary anymore.” The nagging, evil little voice in her head retorts. “What if you were stuck like that permanently, though? What if you had those bounteous curves and were all shy and blushing and embarrassed at how much you can produce forever? All slick and wet, unable to wear your old clothes… And Bailey would enjoy it too.” 

Brianna tries to put those thoughts out of her head. No matter how much fun it was getting big, and blushy, and shredding through her clothes, nipples and sex protruding through the damp remains of her old identity as she-

Before she even finishes her thought the spoon of delicious ice cream is already in her mouth. Ashamed and eager in equal measure, Brianna looks down at the carton she’d opened in the midst of her horny stupor. Okay, not too much… just a decently large spoonful. That wouldn’t be enough, right? She forces herself to put down the spoon and close the container. If she stops here maybe she wouldn’t ruin a perfectly nice pair of pajamas. Sure each time she transformed the amount necessary to see side effects was less and less, but a spoonful? No, she couldn't be that far gone.

Her stomach gurgles. 

… That was usually a sign the change was coming, but she could just be hungry right? She hadn’t eaten breakfast so it could just be that, right?

Absentmindedly she brings a hand to her belly. Her fingers come away damp.

Oh no.

Her mind screams at her that it’s coming, prepare herself- take off her clothes, get in the bathtub, try to make less of a mess of herself this time at least! But the parts of her that revel in the change hold her in place. She wants to make a mess. She wants to be embarrassed of herself. She wants Bailey to come home and see her sprawled out on the ground, plump and wet and ready for-

She slaps her cheeks. “Stop thinking like that! I can’t! I… can’t…” 

Slowly, she looks down. 

A sliver of her belly that wasn't visible before peaks out from under her shirt. Reflexively, Brianna pulls down on the hem, trying to make it go away. But she knows it won’t.

A splotch of caramel brown spreads across her tummy. Nervous sweat turns into sticky cream. Her belly bloats a little. Then bulges. Then bursts over the hem of her pajama pants, starting to hang a little. Brianna tries in vain to stick it back in, like she always does. Something about the futility makes her drool. 

The change works its way up and down. As her gut balloons and pushes up her shirt, her breasts and thighs follow suit. Her nipples grow big and puffy to match, gushing sweet cream onto the front of her t-shirt. Her pajamas have a little bit of stretch for comfort, but have no way of keeping up with what all is happening to her body. The seams in her pants hang on for a second, until with a loud snap they give way under her burgeoning hips and thighs. The front of her shirt tears and her chest flops out, large and cumbersome and milky.

Brianna flops onto the floor, her center of gravity thrown off. Her bones virtually melted away, and combined with her new girth leave any pain from the fall negligible. She looks around at herself as the changes complete. Her hair melts into drippy cream, her arms and calves expand heftily. Her pussy presses against the ground, lips fat and luscious and loose. The last to go is her face- nose and mouth pushing out into a rounded, friendly snout. Cheeks growing fat and round and cherubic. 

… Nervous, she takes stock of the situation now that the changes are complete. As usual she runs her hands over her generous curves, shivering at how good her fat belly feels under her fingers. She grabs at her nips and is rewarded with a spurt of cream. They’re hand filling and puffy, her fingers just barely able to wrap all the way around them. Despite their composition being… well, cream, they’re quite sensitive and a small moan escapes her mouth. 

She is, of course, completely naked. Wait, no. Her panties survived. Just barely. They’re tight around her crotch, her slit splitting around the taut line of fabric. The rest of her clothes lie in shreds around her, soaked through with fluid and unsalvageable. Despite herself Brianna feels satisfaction. Deep inside, the dragon in her is pleased that her gorgeous new body couldn't be contained by those feeble human garments.

…

Brianna distracts herself by fondling the rest of herself. Her every movement causes her to jiggle, and she gives her own ass a couple experimental slaps. She leans over and plays with her pussy, sliding nearly her whole hand in and playing with her lips. It’s kind of a miracle she can still reach it, really. She couldn't wait until Bailey got home…

Shit, right! Bailey! Brianna’s broken out of her stupor by the thought. Her partner had gone out for groceries and said she’d probably be home around… Brianna looks at a nearby clock. Oh. Now. 

The next room over, she hears the apartment door jitter with the telltale movements of someone inserting a key.

Brianna’s face flushes bright.