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Angela kept growing larger and somehow dirtier. Her tights had become a pair of sweatpants, which, due to her increasing size, were no baggier than they were before. Her gut was now spilling out of her stained, moth-eaten shirt. She scratched it absent-mindedly, not noticing that here hands were now sporting digits that were somewhere between fingers and hooves.

Better for scratchin', she thought, punctuating her philosophical musing with a loud snort.

Her sensitive snout began to pick up on the various smells in the room. A little dust, a fair share of mildew, but something else. It was pungent, bordering on repulsive. But the more she took it in, the more she found herself liking it! It didn't take long to detect that the stench was her own. After indulging herself in her own fetor for awhile, she came to her senses...

"Whoa, don't wanna get too ripe. Better find me a good mudhole!"

...sort of.

THE END... or is it?

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Angela kept growing larger and somehow dirtier. Her tights had become a pair of sweatpants, which, due to her increasing size, were no baggier than they were before. Her gut was now spilling out of her stained, moth-eaten shirt. She scratched it absent-mindedly, not noticing that here hands were now sporting digits that were somewhere between fingers and hooves.

Better for scratchin', she thought, punctuating her philosophical musing with a loud snort.

Her sensitive snout began to pick up on the various smells in the room. A little dust, a fair share of mildew, but something else. It was pungent, bordering on repulsive. But the more she took it in, the more she found herself liking it! It didn't take long to detect that the stench was her own. After indulging herself in her own fetor for awhile, she came to her senses...

"Whoa, don't wanna get too ripe. Better find me a good mudhole!"

...sort of.

THE END... or is it?

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Back to START: mr-dna.deviantart.com/art/Ange…

*Your votes in the comments are nice and all, but this is a commission-based chain. See START or the Journal for details.