She looked like a dude. A big, swollen, musclebound dude. That's what she thought when she looked at the picture. Resorting to men's clothes just to have something to wear didn't help anything. In only nine months, the “mutation” had stolen her feminine body. She still had her breasts – and they had grown significantly (probably because of the amount of fast food she'd resorted to eating) – but she hardly cared about the silver lining.

Once her growth seemed to be genuinely uncontrollable, Cerine went to several doctors. None of them could identify a disease or disorder that was wrong with her, and she tried to bury her head when they actually told her she should exercise more to strengthen her heart because of all her extra mass. If she was getting this big without exercising, she'd hate to see what lifting weights would do!

Eventually she was told she had a genetic mutation that had finally broken down and caused her growth and appetite. It was irreversible, the doctors told her, but it would have no significant negative impacts on her health. Attempting to control any further growth with medication would saddle her with too many side effects – depression, mostly – and she agreed to simply let it own her. They assured her it would stop, though they couldn't guess when.

They also told her to try to go back to living like she did before, and that was why she tried taking the picture and posting it to her account. The replies that came back were mostly composed of shocked admiration, but they only made her angry. How many times had she tried to tell some grinning admirer she didn't go to a gym, or she had no idea what she could benchpress, or she didn't have a “goal.” Not to have to wear ill-fitting men's clothes anymore, she snapped, that was her goal!

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Cerine's not real happy with her growth. I wouldn't be, eith- wait, that's redundant.

Really, this picture hurts me to look at, but it's important for the story! For me, it's difficult to think of Cerine being sad. In my head, Cerine is always a perfect picture of sexy confidence and playful mischievousness, or sometimes a bristling ball of rage (if you've met that version, you've messed up bad, because my claws don't come out for much XD).

Anyways, final picture will be posted tomorrow~ Will Cerine find happiness? Will she become immobile? No! That's silly. The second one, I mean. ^¬.¬^

(this one has no feets)

Art ©  sugarboy
Cerine © me!