Unveil

Note: Piglets spin-off. This is a story-prompt for Fox Face.

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Cona had stopped looking at herself in the mirror, all too afraid to confront her continuing changes.

Every day, Sammy insisted that she was working on a cure. But Cona just wasn’t seeing results. As it was, she was stuck this way.

Cona snorted slightly as she eased her plump body into bed. She tugged at her low-cut night gown, which could only pull down over her three pairs of plump breasts, her cleavage bubbling through the deep V-neck. The princess hem covered only a few inches of her massive belly, the rest protruding openly, and Cona’s overly-stretched panties on full display as they clung to her plump bottom.

Cona shifted to get to the center of the bed, at one point her belly pressing hard into the mattress, scraping against it as she struggled to move. Finally, she eased herself onto her side, panting. It took some time for her to fall asleep, between the squirming within, and the general discomfort of her bloated body. Her curled pink tail twitched irritably at the base of her spine.

When Cona did finally fall asleep, it did not last for long. She was roused by noise within her room. More specifically, voices, muttering, whispering, but surrounding her.

Cona opened her eyes, and she was stunned to see a crowd of people forming a circle around her bed. Desperate to conceal herself, she grasped for her blanket, but it was nowhere in sight.

This left Cona’s bloated, pink skin on full display, sleek with perspiration as bright lights beamed down on her. She snorted slightly from the flattened pig-nose in the center of her face. Her human ears had disappeared weeks earlier, in their place, pink pig ones that protruded from her hair. Cona struggled and wriggled until she was upright, her six breasts heaving in her panic, bulging more and more heavily from her gown every time her chest rose.

Her over-stuffed beachball of a belly over-filled her lap, a heavy bolder her body could barely accommodate any more. It visibly throbbed, pressing Cona’s breasts higher, and towards her chin. Cona snorted again, struggling to produce words, but she was just too overwhelmed. There were people with notepads scribbling things down, men and women in lab coats. Now cameras were flashing. Everyone could see her!

The whispers grew in volume and Cona only wanted to escape. She tried to ease towards the edge of the bed so that her hooves could made contact with the floor, but it was just too much of a strain. She was already feeling faint. She was used to Sammy helping her up. Sammy helped her with everything.

It was only then that Cona spotted the girl in question. Sammy was just another figure amongst the crowd, hands on her hips, a proud smile on her face. Cona tried to voice a plea for help, but her lips could form no words. And then Sammy started…laughing at her.

“Nnnrrrgghhh…” Cona groaned as her belly heaved with growth. Her face reddened as her breasts were pushed higher. She spread her legs in an effort to accommodate the massive mound dominating her torso. “Hahh…hahhh…” she struggled to breathe. She wrapped her arms against what she could of her belly, but there was no hiding the massive mound. She shivered as she accidentally brushed one of the coke cap-sized nubs that had developed on her round abdomen. All six distended uncomfortably, her breasts tightening as they did. She could feel herself filling with milk, and wasn’t sure she could hold it in. “Ohhhhhhh…” Cona whimpered, as she reddened and sweated, and more cameras flashed against her pink skin.

“And we’re rolling,” said a camera man. “In three, two…”

“We are live in the residence of young scientist, Samantha Smith,” said a reporter.

“Thank you for coming,” said Sammy, grinning from ear to ear. “I present you my greatest project to date.”