Loona

The cheap fluorescent light of the bathroom flickered, casting a sickly pallor over Loona's already pale fur. She stood before the cracked, stained mirror, clad in a lacy black bra that strained against her newly acquired curves. Her gaze, normally cold and dismissive, was fixed on her reflection with a surprising amount of… something. It wasn't quite joy, but it was definitely bordering on it. Her fingers traced the soft roundness of her belly, pushing gently to feel the give of the fat beneath her fur. God, I'm getting huge. A low growl rumbled in her chest, not of anger, but something closer to satisfaction. The bra dug into the rolls forming on her back, but instead of discomfort, she felt a strange, perverse thrill. Her tail gave a lazy wag as she shifted her weight, feeling her thighs rub together. "Fuuuuuck," she muttered to herself, a smirk slowly spreading across her face. "I got fat." The word hung in the air, a forbidden indulgence. She cupped her breasts, feeling their increased weight in her hands. They were bigger, fuller, heavier. Everything was bigger. She turned slightly to the side, admiring the curve of her hips and the way her belly protruded. It was disgusting, objectively speaking. But… God, she was loving it. A hot flush spread across her cheeks, and her breath hitched in her throat. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she thought, but the question was quickly dismissed. Whatever it was, she didn't want it to stop.