Panzerschreck stood in front of the tall mirror in her bedroom, looking over herself. She was wearing only a bra and panties, and wasn't content with the way she looked. It had been a day since she was discharged from the hospital, having given birth to three cute leopard cubs.
Her good sized breasts had gone up a size, straining her old bras slightly; indeed, the fluffy fat started to overflow, but not by much. Her stomach, once prominently displaying her abs, had put on a slight potbelly over them, forming a muffin top. But the biggest change was lower. Her rear, which was always large, but had mostly been from muscle. Now though, it had a large helping of fat over it, giving her a jiggly-butt you could set a dinner tray on. Her muscular thighs had also swollen a bit, so that they were touching and rubbed together when she walked.
Pan sighed, rubbing her chubby belly. "I'd like to lose zis..." she mumbled, poking her gut; her finger sank in about two inches. Sighing again, she decided to get dressed: green t-shirt, jeans, and boots. She had a slight trouble getting her jeans to button up, but when she finally did, her stomach formed a muffin top; her shirt rode up, stopping just above her cute navel. "Scheiße...it'll have to do..."
Just then, her stomach let out a deep, low rumble. Pan blushed and rubbed her tummy, and decided to...
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