An awesome art drawn by  sugarboy. :D

Story by me. :3

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Tiffany had made her rent payment. The plan was to spend a couple of days overusing the collar just enough to meet her goal for the end of the month, then she'd switch it back to normal and only take a minor hit to her waistline. Instead she'd spent almost the entirety of the last two weeks stuffed into a stupor watching videos on the internet. Each waking hour with the collar on manual while the days sped by. She had enjoyed lazing around in her unbuttoned pajamas so much that she really hadn't noticed as they tightened around her slowly expanding figure. By the time rent was due she was shocked to discover that she had earned enough money to cover most of the next month as well.

Several days had passed since then but Tiffany still hadn't left her room. She had attempted to button her pajamas the day the rent was due with the intent of leaving, but she was dismayed to find that no amount of tugging would get the buttons anywhere near their holes. Attempts with other clothing provided similar results. She had left the collar on automatic since then but the damage had already been done.

She wondered if it was worth it as she struggled to connect the clasps on her bra. She couldn't even get the band to fully meet with it spun around; the cups and straps cutting painfully into her back. Tiffany sighed as she discarded it; she'd just have to go without. At least her panties were stretchy enough to fit, although tightly. She had received an email notifying her that her shift was resuming immediately, and she'd need to report for the night shift tonight. She'd spent the last couple of days worrying about this moment as she pulled the work uniform from her closet.

The material with somewhat stretchy so Tiffany figured she had decent odds of getting back into it. Her mood dampened somewhat when she discovered she couldn't get her pants buttoned or high enough to close the strap over her tail.

"Maybe if I just leave my shirt untucked it'll look alright," she muttered to herself.

She managed to button the shirt which was at least an improvement over the pants, but it really didn't fit either. There were clear gaps between the button over her stomach where the material refused to stretch and the lower edge failed to reach anywhere near the top of her pants. Pudgy white and grey sharkflesh oozed out from all sides. She tried in vain to tug the shirt down over her protruding belly but it wouldn't stay in place.

"M..Maybe I can just cover myself with my purse," Tiffany whispered. "They'll have bigger uniforms at the restaurant."

She grabbed her purse and quickly opened the door with the hope that her roommate wouldn't be around. If she was fast she should be able to get down the hallway and out of the apartment before anyone noticed. She froze as a voice echoed down the hallway, groaning as the motion sent ripples through her more exposed areas.

"Ah, the wild shark finally emerges from it's natural... woah," her roommate Alyssa began. The skunk was seated in the living room at the end of the hallway, just within view of Tiffany's door.

Tiffany braced herself for the flood of jokes and/or insults that were about to be hurled in her direction but Alyssa remained silent, a shocked expression covering her face. Somehow, this was worse than she had expected.

Without exchanging any words Tiffany continued down the hallway and exited the apartment, closing and locking the door behind her.