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It seemed the consequences of Cynthia's discovery would follow her, even this far from the shrine. Her chest was having another sudden growth spurt.

This made the drive home very uncomfortable, even if she was not the one driving. Already more than a handful, Cynthia's breasts were gradually pushing out the fabric of her shirt and coat, making the diagonal seatbelt dig further and further against her, until she had to unbuckle it simply to remove the pressure it caused around her. The moment she pressed the release, the seatbelt practically flew away from her, the metal buckle causing a small dent in the side window. She looked at her mother, a guilt-stricken look on her face.

The hearty chuckle did not surprise her, but as always, it made Cynthia feel rather embarrassed and relieved, at the same time. No matter sort of trouble she got into, her mother would always be there for her, ready to lighten the mood and make things better. A dark blush appeared on the young leopard's cheeks as she was given a quick hug with a single of her mother's arms. This early in the morning, there was very little traffic on the roads, meaning Cynthia was not too worried about her mother diverting her attention from the wheel.

The soft creak coming from below quickly reminded her why she had received this sudden show of attention. As her fingers rapidly moved to open up her coat, relieving the pressure contained within, a rapid turn of the car made Cynthia violently lean to the left. Luckily, the otherwise dangerous swerve simply ended up with Cynthia's cheek gently bouncing against her mother's cushiony stomach, even feeling a bit of movement from inside which she knew was not the result of a bumpy road.

She had always been so used to seeing her mother pregnant with an abnormal amount of cubs, there had been nothing unusual about the enormous belly lying on those thick thighs, pressing against the wheel. Granted, this was a bit smaller than her usual size, yet any other person not from her family would have seen this as a physical impossibility.

It wasn't until they arrived at home that Cynthia paid any attention to her mother's current size. Her white breasts were slightly larger than their usual size due to the pregnancy, the blue nipples which pushed out the thin shirt just barely in reach of her hands. The shirt she was wearing rested atop the round, bulging stomach, leaving it almost entirely exposed, revealing the white fur in the middle as well as the light blue along the side. The way her mother could barely reach her own belly button meant she was in the very early stages of this pregnancy.

Looking back to her own chest, Cynthia sighed a little. While she liked how these new breasts of hers looked, she had no idea how she would deal with them. She had always been small enough that bras were a mystery to her. There was no point in trying to support what wasn't there; she had always been as flat as a board.

Yet she was the oddity in her family. Even after this strange growth which left her with a cup size she could only guess was around E or F, she was likely the smallest of all her sisters. Her mother had had dozens of cubs over the years, possibly hundreds, so there was no way to know them all, yet there was one thing which always struck Cynthia as odd. Claudia Mason, as well as every single one of her daughters but Cynthia, had been blessed with unusual sizes. Without exception, all of Cynthia's sisters had extremely large breasts or hips, and many of them often stretched their stomachs with a multitude of cubs. This strange kind of body proportion also affected her brothers, but in a different way, leaving instead their masculine attributes at an exaggerated size.

Her sister Mida, which was the first to notice Cynthia's arrival, was the perfect example of such extreme sizes. With breasts nearly large enough to reach her navel, Cynthia still felt rather small as she was hugged, her white chest engulfed by her sister's soft black breasts. Mida's distinctive energy and affection nearly cost Cynthia her balance, but she simply bumped backwards into their mother's oversized belly.

"What happened to you?! You never said you were coming home! And what's with your boobs?! Are you finally starting to..."

"Go easy on her, Mida! She doesn't even know what's going on, yet, and she needs to relax! Besides, she still has a long way to go before she ends up like you!"

"Does that mean she'll also..."

Cynthia shook her head with a smile and sighed softly, knowing where her sister was going with this. Mida was rather unusual among her sisters in that she possessed both male and female attributes. It was rather hard to miss this, as her breasts were clearly thrusting themselves in the way of anybody who would merely glance at her, yet the massive bulge she had below would often leave some strangers confused. The long, cylindrical shape concealed within her shirt would often vanish into the bottom of her cleavage, while each of her pockets always seemed to hold an unusually large melon.

"Just let her relax, Mida, we'll see what happens!"

The three of them headed inside, the sisters' blue and white spotted fur patterns mixing into one another as Mida held on to her sister. The house was large, due to the high amount of children coming from their mother each year, so it took a moment for Cynthia to reach her room. While she would have used this small amount of time to practice walking around with this new center of balance, Mida's constant teasing made this a little difficult. Whenever her breasts were not being tickled, her bushy tail would be gently grabbed and tugged, some of Mida's many displays of sisterly affection.

When she finally reached her room, she fell back onto her bed without taking off her coat and stared at the ceiling. The feeling of so much weight on her chest was rather unusual; she would have expected breathing to be more difficult, yet it still felt natural, as if her body had already adapted to the changes. She closed her eyes and tried to think of what to do.

The tickling never stopped.

"Aww, you're sleepy, Cyn!"