You slowly came out of your exhaustion-induced stupor to an uncomfortable bloating in your stomach and chest. Still too groggy to process the feelings, your hand automatically went down to your crotch, rubbing against the flat, furry surface, until you felt a finger slip inside of your body.
The sensation of your finger slipping into a wet, warm orifice that shouldn’t be there, combined with the reciprocal sensation coming from a finger prodding into your brand-new vixen cunt caused you to snap to awareness. Your torso rocketed forward towards your hand, only to be arrested as your bulbous belly pinned your forearm against your thighs. That, in turn, caused your spine to ram against the baby dwelling inside of you, which then gave a painful kick in response. Hand still wedged against your crotch, you cried out by the cacophony of unexpected sensations.
The sound that came from your mouth was a mixture of shock and surprise, but the voice wasn’t yours. Instead of your deep, masculine timber, what you instead heard was the high-pitched, bubbly voice of a young, ditzy girl. Even more confusing, an almost identical voice answered, “are you ok Amber, is the baby kicking?”
Looking up towards the room, you saw two identical anthropomorphic vixens staring back at you. They both had deep crimson fur that gave way to brilliant white fur on their bellies, with white tipped tails swishing behind them. But what was particularly striking was that their overly gravid stomachs, which both were cradling with their hands – almost as though their stomachs were so big that they would fall off of them otherwise.
That’s when the weight on your own chest – and the pressure in your own stomach – hit you. Looking down, your view immediately went to the erect nipples protruding out of your breasts, as well as the white fur covering them. Below that you could see more nipples and breasts and, below that, the distended belly that was resting on the red fur of your thighs.
Another sensation came from behind you that your brain immediately recognized as your tail nervously swishing back and forth. The tall ears on top of your head swiveled around, and your tongue probed the inside of a vulpine muzzle that was now your mouth.
“I…” the same, high-pitched voice stammered from your mouth, “… is there a mirror?”
One of the vixens pointed towards a mirror hanging on a nearby wall. Leaning back slightly, you lifted your pregnant stomach enough to free your arm, only to see that white fur on the tip of one of your fingers was matted with your own vaginal juices.
Standing up proved far more of a challenge than you were used to, as not only was your body far weaker than before, but the prodigious weight hanging off your front was only partially counter-balanced by your new tail. To make matters worse, as soon as you stood up, the skin on the top of your belly began to painfully stretch as gravity pulled down on the weight of the baby within. Just like the other vixens in the room, you quickly shot a hand underneath your stomach, using it to help support your belly’s weight to relieve the tension on your tender flesh.
Having gained your balance and properly supported your gravid stomach, you took a few hesitant steps towards the mirror until you could see your entire body in it. Staring back at you was an overly gravid vixen with multiple pairs of pert breasts hanging off her chests – but it wasn’t just any vixen’s body, it was the exact same body as the other two vixens in the room. It went beyond just the color of your fur, pregnant belly, or multiple breasts. Everything about your body, from your emerald eyes and other facial features to your height, weight, and proportions – everything that you saw staring back at you in the mirror was identical to the other two vixens in the room.
You remembered earlier when Master Karther had touched you and your body had turned into a vixen, but the body you were in now was a lot different – and much more pregnant – than the body you’d passed out in. How, or why, you had endured a further transformation was beyond you.
The next thing that drew your attention was your breasts or, rather, the fact that while you knew that you had multiple pairs of them, you didn’t just immediately know how many by looking at them. It was strange, you were used to just being able to look at a number of objects and to know how many were there without counting but… there was just a weird mental void where the number should now be.
‘One… two…” you counted your top two breasts. “One… two…” the middle two. “One… two…” the bottom two. So… that was… two? No, it was more than two… but…
You tried again, but as soon as you got to two you had to start over. One… two… one… two… one… two. That was… More than two? But how many more? You had breasts on top, breasts in the center, and breasts on the bottom, but how many was that?
The more you tried to count, the more frustrated you got. “Amber, is something wrong?” You turned to look at the vixens besides you, only to see concern on both of their faces.
“How many breasts do we have?” you asked, just to receive the worst response possible: “I don’t know Amber but, why does it matter?”