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This was so embarrassing.

The largest sizes they had were too small for Cynthia, she had outgrown them all. This meant she was stuck in the dressing room, entirely naked after being the victim of an unexplained growth spurt. She honestly didn't care about why it happened; she liked this new size, as socially awkward as it would be. The only problem at this point was getting dressed.

She looked around into her things, turning as carefully as she can, as her massive breasts pressed against at least one wall of the tiny booth, and that was if she was lucky. Most often, she'd be touching all four walls at once, with the cubicle obviously not designed to fit somebody this large.

Eventually, she managed to find her cell phone, and proceeded to dial the numbers into it, having to nearly lift it directly in front of her face, as her curves prevented any hope of seeing the screen otherwise. A sigh of relief overcame her as she heard the answer, though this quickly turned to a soft chuckle as she realized she could hold her phone between her cleavage. Her entire purse, in fact. She'd never lose it this way.

"Cynthia?... Sorry! Cynthia?..."

The gasps and screams coming from the other dressing booths were a clear indication of her sister's arrival. It was about time, too, as the wait was rather unsettling.

"Over here!"

Mida smiled and quickly walked over to where Cynthia was located, but couldn't quite manage to open the door very far, with all the flesh in the way. With much effort, she managed to squeeze through the tiny opening and set a large bag on the ground between them. Mida was immediately greeted by a face full of the soft white fur which spanned Cynthia's cumbersome breasts, although the grin implied the situation could be more unpleasant. The door was immediately slammed shut as soon as Mida got past, as the snow leopard's body needed all the space it could get.

"What in... What happened to you, Cyn?!"

The only answer to be uttered was a soft gasp, as Mida's inquiry was helped by some rather invasive groping, the paws travelling across the smooth expanse of flesh, and even fishing out the purse which had been stored within. Mida simply started laughing loudly.

"You put your... You're so adorable, sis! Look what I got you!"

Cynthia's cheeks lose their white hue as her blue blood rushed upwards, the blush a clear sign of her embarrassment. Her sister was trying to reach down and grab the bag. This involved leaning down. Directly into Cynthia. The laughter which followed the ticklish feeling of Mida's head between her breasts didn't last very long, but was soon intensified, as it was apparently a good idea to tease Cynthia further. The already swollen girl couldn't help herself; she began to cackle wildly as raspberries were blown directly on her stomach, the skin of her curves trembling ever so slightly as her whole body shook.

"Stop! Hahaha! Mi... Mida! It's... Hahaha!"

All her flailing was met with an even greater surprise. A loud crack filled the store. The door had given way to Cynthia's mass, leaving her to fall on her back on the ground, surrounded by some curious onlookers who found it rather strange to have such a mammoth of a snow leopard laying there. The grown woman who was clearly enjoying the teasing only added to the oddity. Good thing nobody knew they were sisters, although the facial similarities were quite a hint.

It soon became quite stranger to these strangers.

Mida was gradually pushed off from her sister as she played, arms wrapped around Cynthia's waist. Eventually, her paws slipped off and she fell on her bottom, which was rather uncomfortable as she didn't possess quite the padding her sister had, to absorb the blow. Both sisters let out a groan at the very same time, though not for the same reason.

"Cyn, I was playing! You didn't have to..."

Mida's lower jaw dropped in surprise at the sight in front of her. There was less of the breast flesh in her field of vision. It wasn't quite because Cynthia's chest was shrinking back down to its original size; neither sister would have enjoyed this very much. Their view was cut off by a gradually increased stomach, which slowly filled out, taking on a round, smooth shape. Cynthia already had one paw onto it as it grew; rubbing it slowly, even though this became progressively harder as it gained in size.

For her part, Cynthia had no idea how to react. As if the previous growth to her chest and hips wasn't enough, this was quite a shock. She felt as if her stomach was getting crushed by an incalculable weight, yet at the same time, it didn't hurt or feel unpleasant. Of course, this would cause quite a bit of trouble, there was no way she could lead a normal life with this kind of tummy.

To say she looked pregnant was an understatement. A belly this large would have to contain at least a dozen young, if pregnancy was indeed the cause. However, Cynthia could not logically give birth to such a large amount of cubs. Her species had an average of three cubs per litter, and that was in rather rare circumstances, as the standard was less!

Cynthia's nervous giggling made Mida curious. She got back up and laid both her paws on Cynthia's stomach. This was the best way to reach it now, even when lying on her back, the belly easily reached half of Cynthia's own height if she were to stand up, and this showed no sign of stopping. This had the side effect of pressing her chest higher towards face, so that they quite literally buried Cynthia's face, which did not seem to bother her. However, this was because the breasts effectively blocked all sound from escaping this little fleshy chamber, and not so much because the girl remained calm.

Mida's eyes went wide at what she felt when touching the smooth, round stomach. There was movement within, whatever had happened to cause this spontaneous fertilization had certainly not taken its sweet time.

Unable to control her playful nature, Mida grinned and jumped directly onto her sister's stomach, which caused her to gasp a little, but didn't seem to mind much. Mida tried to reach down on either side to hold her sister's paws, but the growth had gone so far they could not even touch reach this far.

The growth eventually slowed and stopped, leaving Mida onto an enormous white stomach which teetered slightly with each breath of its owner. If she had wanted to get off, Mida would have needed to jump down, and climbing back up would have been quite a challenge, as this stomach was nearly perfectly round, save for the effects of gravity, which caused its shape to gather downward. It stuck out further than Cynthia was tall, reaching further than her knees.

All this time, Cynthia was rather helpless to move. Her sister's weight alone would have been enough to keep her pinned down, she felt there was no way to change positions now. It wasn't so much that the weight onto her was unbearable, she simply felt the same way as without this gargantuan stomach, if her sister were to sit on her. Every attempt she made to do so resulted in a wobble of her mighty stomach, which only caused Mida to hold on more tightly. Every breath she took caused the belly to move up and down slowly, somehow leaving her able to breathe normally despite what must have been many times her original weight resting on top of her.

"So... How bad is it, Mida?..."

"Oh, you have NO idea..."

Mida kept one paw onto her sister's stomach, mostly for safety reasons, while she grabbed her own phone.

"Hi, mom! You'll never guess what happened to Cyn!..."