Jennifer had found that, with the alteration of reality, she knew her parents' scents like the back of her paw. So to find that their scents had altered some was, to say the least, attention-getting.
The young dog-woman snapped her head up to watch her parents, and found that Brenda had done the same.
"Sitting on... What?" Dad huffed, his voice noticeably deeper than before. There was no mistaking that his skin looked baggier, despite the fact that he seemed to be heftier, larger.
"I don't know... I think a lump in the cush-" Mom said, standing up sharply. Jennifer can't help but smile as she notices a sizeable bump in the back of her mother's pants and a fine layer of heat fuzz spreading across her rapidly slimming physique.
"This is the best day ever," Jennifer whispers.