Nothing Could Go Wrong - final

Small cameo in this story of VulpineHero's Cerine, VulpineHero does a lot of amazing writing and their Cerine is a talented alchemist! I would definitely recommend checking out their work <3

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The jingle of bells announced a visitor to the store, a young lady looking curiously about Jenny's display cases and shelves. Jenny herself was a sight to behold. The possum had kept growing at a steady pace the last few hours and was now barely mobile, keeping her notes suspended in the small valley between her breasts - while her ponderous gut which was large enough to hold the contents of an entire fridge within it, strained her groaning kitchen counter top. She was keeping the constant hunger at bay with a large selection of snacks she'd managed to pull from her cupboard before she got too big to bend over. When the hunger in her stomach roared loud enough to distract her from her thoughts she reached over and grabbed a handful of cookies from an oversized bag, shoving them into her mouth and chewing noisily. At the sound of bells her ears perked up and she squeaked around her full mouth, gulping noisily.

Instantly Jenny began moving at a speed that no longer matched the immensity of her body as she grabbed at the tattered remains of her shirt so that she could cover herself with some modesty. Of course her body, in particular her stomach, had other plans and the massive weight of it kept moving long after her chubby fingers curled around her shirt and pulled her forward, waddling and squealing in a desperate attempt to keep balance. If she fell, she knew she had no hope of getting up without assistance. The possum's wild staggering continued for a few feet until she hit the wall opposite her with a THUMP, her many rolls jiggling still seconds after her feet had come to a rest.

Panting and groaning, Jenny pulled the rag of her shirt across her crumb covered chest to protect what modesty she could. She had hoped that the young woman hadn't seen her but it wasn't her lucky day. The young raccoon stood, mouth agape, stunned no doubt at what she had just seen. It wasn't every day that someone who looked like she was more pudding than possum stumbled into a wall in front of you after all. Instantly Jenny's cheeks burned red and she regretted that she hadn't flipped the sign in front of her store to closed! To make things worse, just as her mouth opened to conjure some sort of explanation or apology, her stomach growled so loud it pushed the thoughts from her head as the fluffy mass of her gut reacted to the food she'd been shoving into it so constantly in the past few hours coaxing it to grow bigger, literally in front of the raccoon. The fuzzy horizon of her stomach pushed outwards inch by inch, growing (much to Jenny's horror) at a rate it hadn't before. She felt her entire body puff outwards from her cheeks, to her arms, to her now massive rump. But the largest part of her was definitely her stomach which was as the pair stared, making an approach for the ground. She had been able to move by hefting it up in the past few hours but with a solid FWOMP her gut came to a rest on the floor with such finality she had no doubt she would not be able to pick it up again. Movement from now on would require that she pushed against her own blubbery mass and that was a prospect she wasn't keen on.

“We're closed – I'm sorry!”

“I was just looking for-”

The two began talking at the same time, filling the silence now that Jenny's stomach had stopped growling. Flustered and distressed looking the raccoon fled the store before Jenny could ask that she flip the sign on her way out. Not that Jenny was capable of such thoughts presently, she was beyond mortified, clutching her furred breasts as they slowly grew out over her arms like rising dough. She would have to close the store herself.

Groaning, Jenny knew she had to get moving before movement itself became an impossibility, but as that thought left her, another hit. If she got too big to move, she would certainly become too big to be able to access her tools and create a counter potion. Jenny had to change course. Slowly, painstakingly slowly, she began to shift her weight. Her sausage fingers abandoned their stressed grip on the rags of her shirt and she grabbed her love handled on either side, hefting them up as much as she could as she began to rotate her entire body back towards the kitchen. The massive possum was panting by the time she was facing her kitchen counter but she knew if she didn't move now there would be little chance of her moving later. She pushed forward, grabbing her gut and pushing all her weight against her stomach, feeling it slide against the cool polished wooden floor. Sweat trickled down her face and her breath came in ragged pants but she had no choice to continue.

It wasn't enough. She wasn't fast enough. She could still feel herself growing. Expanding. Her butt hanging ever lower, large enough now she would consume most of a couch on her own. And her stomach... it rose ahead of her like a fuzzy mountain, impeding her every step and growing even as she pushed into it with both hands, eclipsing her fingers with her own blubber. Her steps grew slower and slower until she couldn't walk anymore. There was just too much of her. Her breathing was ragged and her head pounding with blood. But her goal was in sight. Jenny felt her knees wobbling and knew she was moments before falling onto her thankfully well padded ass. In the last few moments she had before she fell, she leaned once more into her entire body, arm stretching as far as it could until she managed to wrap her fingers around the mobile phone she'd left on her counter.

Then her body gave out. CRASH. She was heavy enough that falling onto her behind rattled the shelves behind her but she didn't have to move anymore, and that was all she cared about. Panting, gasping to pull air into her laboured body as it rose gently around her, Jenny managed to slowly dial a number.

“Hello? -gasp- Cerine? -pant- Yeah... I think I might need a hand. -Huff- Bring your alchemy kit...”