As Vanilla stared down in disbelief at her growing body, something struck the back of her head. "Oof!" She looked up and realized her head had hit the ceiling, frocing her to hunch over. With a resounding snap, her bra and panties finally snapped off, leaving her naked. Still she went on growing, being forced into a kneeling position. "No! Stop! No bigger, please!" she pleaded, to no avail. She kept on growing, forced to lie down on her side, furniture being shoved out of the way by her increasing mass. Cream and Cheese were forced to flee to the next room for fear of being crushed, cowering in fear until Vanilla called out to them: "It's okay, Cream...I've stopped growing."
Holding Cheese tightly, Cream cautiously stepped back into the living room, and gasped. It was full of Vanilla. She's been forced into a fetal position, her head pressed against one side of the room and her feet against the other. Furniture lay upset and broken all around her. And she was clearly uncomfortable.
"I just wish I'd stopped growing sooner. I can barely move! What am I going to do?"
Cream looked around fretfully, trying to think of a way to help her mother...
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