From the outside, the subway train looks… wrong. The windows, once meant for passengers to gaze out of, now reveal nothing but an overwhelming mass of black, celeste, and purple fur, pressed tight against the glass. The metal frame of the train groans under the pressure, bulging slightly as if straining to contain something far too immense for its design.

The entire back section of the train has been swallowed by sheer, unstoppable softness—Lexi’s colossal form completely overtaking the space inside. The only thing visible through the rear window is the vast, plush expanse of her enormous backside, wedged so tightly that the glass is beginning to bow outward. Her tail, far too large for the cramped space, is smooshed awkwardly against the ceiling, its fluff filling any remaining gaps.

Outside on the platform, bewildered onlookers stare, jaws slack, as the train gives another ominous creak. The metal shudders. It’s clear this situation isn’t getting any better. In fact… it’s getting worse. The train isn’t containing her—she’s still growing.

A low, amused chuckle vibrates through the structure, muffled yet unmistakably smug.

"Tight fit, huh~? Hehe… bet you wish you were in here with me~"