Mary is eager to return home and see just how far her transformation would progress. The pressure and tingles seem to be subsiding, at least for the moment.
Tentatively, she unlocks the bathroom door and peeks out. Much to her relief there is no crowd of mortified onlookers, and the old woman who had eyed her before was nowhere to be found. Mary considers just heading back to her car, but her eyes lock on her abandoned shopping basket, still teeming with fresh and colorful produce. Unconsciously, her nostrils flare and suck in air in an attempt catch a whiff of the distant vegetables; all she gets is a reminder that grocery store bathrooms are not cleaned often enough.
Steeling herself, Mary steps out of the door and strides to her basket, feeling her larger hips sway and her leggings creaking in protest. She grabs the basket and makes a beeline for the self-checkout. She practically dumps the food onto the scanner, frantically entering each and every item as fast as possible, pausing only to flex hands that felt just a little stiff.
Mary pays for her goods, bags them, and quickly exits the store, almost running to her car. She haphazardly tosses the bag down in the passenger seat, sits down, and shuts the driver-side door. She starts the ignition and is just about to put her car in reverse when the smell of the food in her bag, now confined in a much smaller space, hits her in full force.
She pauses, her eyes becoming half-lidded as images of open fields and soft hay beds flow, unbidden, through her mind. She could just imagine coming back to her warm stable after a long gallop over the hills, a basket of neon orange carrots sitting outside her stall, and insider her partner is awaiti...
*CRUNCH*
She's jolted from her reverie by the sound and taste of a fresh carrot being munched on. It takes a moment, but she quickly realizes that her jaw is working furiously as she gobbles up the large vegetable that had appeared in her hand. Mary wanted to ponder just how and when she had picked it up, but instead she finds herself taking another large chomp out of it.
As she does so, her eyes nearly roll back into her head at how satisfying the flavor is. She greedily munches away at it, not noticing the faint pressure and tingles welling up in her back and neck. She's nearly to the green stem of the plant when the tingles erupt into waves and the pressure into convulsions.
"Guh-UHHNNHH..."
Her head is thrown back against her seat, eyes wide and nostrils flaring as pops and gurgles emit from all along her spine. She grits her teeth as a fierce pulling sensation occurs, and her cheek rubs up against the seat as her neck slowly extends a full two inches longer. She barely has time to react to this before her spine follows suit From the top of her neck downward vertebrae are expanding one by one, lengthening her torso by a few more inches. As the sensations reach the bottom of her spine, she feels a small *pop* as her tailbone starts to poke out against her already tightened leggings.
Her head gets uncomfortably close to the roof of her car as the changes begin to die down again.
That's it. Mary thinks. I've got to get the hell home before someone sees me change, or I cause an accident.
She throws the nearly-devoured carrot back into her grocery bag and puts the car into reverse, pressing a tight shoe against the accelerator. The slowly-transforming girl backs out of her spot, awkwardly angling her longer neck to be able to see out of the windows. She pulls out of the parking lot and begins the ride home.
While the changes were a little jarring to experience out in public, Mary couldn't deny how exhilarating they felt. Her body was getting larger, stronger, and more powerful in a way she'd never experienced. Her clothing felt tighter, and the nub of her tailbone continually presses against the fabric of her leggings. While at a stop light, she reaches a hand down to investigate. There was a slight protrusion, the beginnings of her tail no doubt. Mary gleefully bounces her her seat, taking notice how of different it felt with her larger hindquarters.
It takes great effort for her to avoid reaching into her bag and grabbing another tasty treat. Her nostrils flare and she unconsciously snorts in annoyance every time she rips her hand away from the nearby food. Mercifully, the ride is short and her transformation remains at bay for the moment, and she turns into her driveway.
Seconds after pulling in, Mary rushes inside her house, groceries in tow. She quickly stores most of them in her refrigerator, leaving a few choice items on the counter, and heads upstairs to her bathroom. Mary stands in front of the full length mirror, inspecting her figure. Her clothing was clearly several sizes too small. Her leggings left nothing to the imagination, and now that she was looking her breasts seem to press more firmly against her bra, or maybe that was just due to the expansion of her torso? Her tank top's hem now sits above the waist of her leggings, and her core looks a little firmer than before. Her nipples are clearly visible through her shirt, and the bulge of her tailbone in the back of her pants is quite noticeable.
She looks up and examines her longer neck, marveling at the slender cords of muscle that ripple as she turns her head to and fro.
Catching a small glimpse of something, Mary pulls her hair away from her face, and sees that her ears are now pointed. She giggles in excitement as a small wave of tingles erupt in them, and as she watches the pointed tips twitch and stretch slightly longer. Pleasure and excitement well up inside her as she proudly inspects herself; her nostrils flare widely as she inhales deep breathes, and do not quite return to their original size as she exhales. Heat was slowly building up inside her chest and loins. It made her so aroused. Her nether-lips grew damp, an ache formed, and Mary had to fight the urge to touch herself then and there.