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Angela's snout twitched wildly as she watched her body grow wider and heavier by the second. The rapid growth pulled at her clothes until her dress began to resemble a long shirt. The stretched-out neck revealed a round, pink shoulder as well as the strap of a tank top she didn't remember owning. It looked pretty well-worn, though. Angela looked over her shoulder, raking a clump of stringy, oily hair out of her line of vision.

Didn't I wash my hair this morning? she thought. Eh, it must've been sometime this week. I don't know. Whatever.

When she last shampooed wasn't important. She was becoming more and more fascinated with watching her new mass appear. She craned her neck as much as she could to get a full view. "Ahh, what the heck," she mumbled allowed. With a little snort, she grasped at her expanding hind quarters. She squealed as porcine rump filled her hands. Pointy ears flicked their way through her messy hair. Suddenly, she felt something wriggling between her fingers. It was a coily tail!

She snorted again, a mixture of a sigh and a laugh. "Shoulda expected that."

(1.) Who you callin' a pig?

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Description
Angela's snout twitched wildly as she watched her body grow wider and heavier by the second. The rapid growth pulled at her clothes until her dress began to resemble a long shirt. The stretched-out neck revealed a round, pink shoulder as well as the strap of a tank top she didn't remember owning. It looked pretty well-worn, though. Angela looked over her shoulder, raking a clump of stringy, oily hair out of her line of vision.

Didn't I wash my hair this morning? she thought. Eh, it must've been sometime this week. I don't know. Whatever.

When she last shampooed wasn't important. She was becoming more and more fascinated with watching her new mass appear. She craned her neck as much as she could to get a full view. "Ahh, what the heck," she mumbled allowed. With a little snort, she grasped at her expanding hind quarters. She squealed as porcine rump filled her hands. Pointy ears flicked their way through her messy hair. Suddenly, she felt something wriggling between her fingers. It was a coily tail!

She snorted again, a mixture of a sigh and a laugh. "Shoulda expected that."

(1.) Who you callin' a pig?

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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.