Inside, he saw...Karyn. But she had changed even more. He gasped. Her face was the same, though her lips had grown thick and rubbery, but her body...
She was naked. Apparently someone had stripped her of her clothes. Every inch of skin was thick and pink, and punctuated by intermittent light bristles. Her torso and abdomen were covered in tit flesh, eight large breasts hanging beneath her, squashed against the floor. She was now tremendously curved, her breasts so large they bulged out to the side and could probably be seen from behind, her hips were massive, wider than her shoulders by a fair margin, and her ass ballooned out behind her in a great pink cushion, tipped by a curly tail. In addition to the bristles, she now had a very thick blonde bush around her gaping, swollen vagina, and tufts of blonde hair sprouted from her armpits. And the smell...he nearly gagged.
Karyn began sobbing uncontrollably, and stuggling forward under her new weight, wrapped her arms around Jon's leg.
"Jon! Thank you! Thank you! Oh God...they treated me like an animal! Made me take my clothes off, locked me up in here, talked over me like I wasn't even here. They tried to feed me dog food! And you weren't here, I thought Mikey had made it so you'd never come for me! Thank you, God, thank you!"
Holding his breath against her stench, Jon bent down and held her tight.
