What stood wedged within the doorframe staring back at her was some kind of bug…a moth. Her breasts were the size of backpacks, and any expression she bore came from that of a plain white head covered in fur, sprouting two black antennae and bearing a face composed of two large black eyes and small pincers at the tip of her beak.
After staring at herself in silence for several minutes, she quickly (as quick she could) stood back up and felt her back, which sure enough was draped with two long, felt-like wings. She took one more look down at her stomach, the size of a van and coated with a thick exoskeleton, and slowly slumped down and fell on her monstrous weight with a gigantic CRASH!!! that either shook or knocked all the furniture in the room.
Had she a voice or tears, she would've cried at the behemoth she'd become, holding at the grotesquely enlarged parts of her body to see if this was all real. But sure enough, this was no dream.
However, any brooding within her came to a halt as she felt something within her globular stomach, her antennae perking. She had an appetite. Not hungry, but a sudden desire to be fed.
Woah…I…I gotta get something to eat! She thought. But…what can I eat?
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