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Sequence will contain: wg, pet play, transformation
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It had been a few weeks and then some since Flow's adventure in the abandoned temple. She still hadn't bothered to have the amulet identified; if it hadn't effected her in any measurable way by now its magic was likely so faded it was practically a dud. What she had done was make the most of retirement. Saving cities tended to pay decently well if you were any good at negotiating a price beforehand and between that and recovered artifacts Flow had managed to make quite a bit of gold to fall back on. She could afford to dress how she pleased, live how she pleased and most importantly, eat how she pleased.

Although officially she had been retired for a few months now it only really felt like now she was making the most of it, spending her nights frequenting taverns and restaurants, sampling the finest that the Ironbanks had to offer. It didn't hurt that Lynn had a never-ending list of suggestions for places she could visit – the succubus within her seemed to have a more exhaustive knowledge of her home city than she did!

And while Flow didn't exactly notice any particular effects from the amulet she was wearing, she did begin to notice that after a few weeks of luxurious dining she was beginning to become a little... chubby. Her clothes, old staples from her adventuring life were starting to wear thin on her, the straps across her chest drawn ever tighter by the growing melons that sat upon her expanding stomach. And it wasn't exactly a surprise, after all she hadn't just been sampling the foods of her city, she had been gorging upon them. Driven by some desire, or hunger she had never felt before. It didn't seem enough just to have one course, or three, when she could have seven. When she could sit at a table and eat until her stomach was so swollen it sat in front of her, taut and pregnant looking. Flow noticed all of this and, to her surprise, she couldn't stop. She didn't want to. She felt too hungry for single course meals anymore and stretching her gut until it couldn't take another bite felt too good not to do. She didn't notice the horns the jutted subtly from her hairline, or the tiny green scales that had begun to work their way up her arms and legs.