Sam waited for a few minutes, not noticing any changes. She didn't expect Trish to look noticeably pregnant for a little while yet, but she was getting anxious. She began to think she should have set the remote for a faster growth rate.
Trish was continuing to sleep obliviously. It was about ten minutes into the change, meaning she'd be the equivalent of two months pregnant. It seemed like the best time to wake her up.
"Wakey wakey, Trish," Sam cooed. She gently grasped the skunk girl's furry arm and tugged.
Trish murmured and squeezed Sam tighter. "But you're soooo soft. I wanna sleep s'more."
"But the remote's waiting for us to use it again."
"Let it wait."
Sam noticed that Trish's stomach was starting to create a visible bulge in her shirt. Trish took one arm away from cuddling Sam and started to rub the new growth tenderly.
"If you're not going to use the remote, then I will." Sam reached for the device. Trish instinctively snatched it before Sam's slightly chubby hand could get to it.
"Okay, okay, fine," Trish said, still a bit groggy. She pushed herself laboriously off of her friend and sat up properly. "Sorry I'm so tired. You can blame the little ones for that." She patted her little belly.
Everything seemed to be going right. Trish was aware of her pregnancy, but not suspicious of it. Sam felt a grumbling in her stomach and hoped Trish would stop her weight gain transformation before she was forced to eat anything else. She wasn't really big yet...but she didn't want to get any bigger.
Trish lazily twirled the remote, unaware that her friend had a greater realization of their situations than she did. "Let's see...what to change, what to change..."