Erika examined her belly, pressing in to see whether she was actually pregnant. After a few minutes of mindless prodding and getting nowhere, she decided on finding a pregnancy tester to confirm her state.
She struggled to stand on her own two legs, but try as she might, the new weight of her body was too great for her petite legs. Suddenly, an idea sprang to mind; if the spray had caused her belly to inflate outwards, maybe it would work for her legs too. She removed her remaining clothing (not an ordinary feat being pinned down with a big stomach) and sprayed her thighs. Surely enough, after a few seconds, her legs ballooned outward to match her body. Excited (yet a little depressed) with her advancement, she sprayed down the remaining parts of her body to match. Her feet swelled from the day to day pressure of a mother near delivery. Her butt lost its cherubic charm as it made outward, giving ample padding for the gravity it needed to resist. Her crotch inflated in preparation for a moment's notice of labor. Her arms and hands became slightly thickened from the rapid weight gain of pregnancy. Finally, her face rounded to complete the transformation.
There she was, in the large body of a woman ready to deliver any day, yet only 11 years old in size. She made an attempt to get to her feet, and with a bit of struggle, finally found herself off the floor. She struggled to walk, instead waddling her way to the bathroom and pulling open the cabinet door. She took down the tester and ran over the instructions. She took a seat on the toilet and took the test.
And waited... to find that the test returned negative.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Erika wiped her brow clean and made her way to her room to find something to wear. Before entering her closet, she took a glance at herself in the mirror. "Is that really me?" she asked herself, analyzing her swollen form. Though she was a slight bit shocked at the vision, slowly she began to come to terms with it, and eventually adored every nuance of it. The little steps she took to walk, her large, lactating breasts, the pressure of her weight on her feet, the sensual feeling of rubbing her stomach, the constriction of the clothes she had felt before. She was three inches taller, too. Before she knew it, she could hardly remember being skinny at all, and wouldn't dream of life outside of pregnancy.
Breaking the moment, she proceeded into the closet. There, she found...