Her bare feet landed softly on the grass beneath the bathroom's window. Squeezing through had been quite the challenge (especially when it came to wriggling her bottom passed the window frame), but somehow she'd manage to make it out. Rachelle took a moment to gather herself. Her new, plump, body was wobbling as she tried to adjust her balance. She couldn't tell if she was top or bottom heavy, and the increased weight of her lengthened hair only served to throw her off even more.
She stumbled in the grass for a few more moments before finally falling onto her fat butt. She sighed, trying to process what was happening to her. Suddenly, Rachelle felt an overwhelming desire for something she'd never even thought about before. The most important thing in the world to her at that very moment was not her body, not her new desire for children, not even the risk of her mother discovering her. No, what Rachelle wanted right now was...