Something felt wrong. Mary, seduced by the warm sun she had fallen asleep on her bed. Falling asleep had felt so wonderful, but now something crept into her unconscious mind causing her uneasiness. As she struggled to wakefulness the uneasiness become an uncomfortable warm tightness. Mary tossed and squirmed, clawing her way to wakefulness. Her eyes opened, blinking groggily, pulled too soon from her rest. The sun no longer shone into her bedroom, she wasn’t sure what time it was. Time! Julian would be here any moment.
Mary sat upright with a jerk, ‘Ooph!’ The uncomfortable feeling had increased and was coming from her pants. They were tight, feeling like they were cutting into her belly. She was a little plump to be sure, but these pants had fit well enough just this morning. Now they looked like they were filled to the maximum. Pulling up her shirt she saw her belly pinned in comically, bulges going over the pants and inside. But was drew a gasp from her was the golden yellow-orange fur peeking out of the top.
The pain was getting more, Mary unzipped, letting out a smidge of soft white fur. More preoccupied with her pants and less on the changes to her body Mary’s first priority was to relieve that pressure. She awkwardly got up, the tight pants making it hard to bend and move, she felt around her hips and bottom, feeling how tight everything was. Her heart leapt briefly as her hands reach the back, it felt like a short tube nestle between her cheeks. It dawned on her, a tail. The vials were working their magic. She was becoming a lion.
The moment of reflection was interrupted with a sudden increase in pressure in her pants. It felt like her hips were growing, pressing hard against the denim of her pants. She tried to unbutton them, but it was too tight, she couldn’t. The sound of stretching fabric and more pressure sent Mary to lean over her bed, grasping the covers tightly in her hands. The swelling hips and tail strained the fabric. Mary gasped and shut her eyes. She could feel her growing tail double up behind her. It had no where to go. Each small growth of the tail pulsed in warm pressure.
Mary wasn’t sure how much longer she could take the pain. Her changes weren’t meant to be contained in such small clothing. Mary yelled and doubled over, pulling the bed covers into herself and tight balled hands. The denim pants began to give way. A small tearing sound quickly became a long and loud burst and lion hips and tail, free now from any constraints flow out. Mary sighed, the pressure gone, she collapsed onto her bed.
Her tail swished absentmindedly.