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Down To Earth
🕑 Added 2020-08-07 23:39:16 +0000 UTCThe last of the last round of $10 tier snippets! This is way late, sorry!
Tabitha stared at her back yard through the French doors in her living room. The ghost of her reflection joined her, cast by the soft overhead track lighting.
Voluminous black clouds filled the sky. Her lone apple tree swayed, bending beneath the onslaught of the wind while a discarded plastic bag danced just above and beyond her old wooden fence. She watched it briefly, following its twirling and dipping movements until it vanished from her view.
Lightning crackled in the distance, splitting the world with forked, violet tines. She counted the seconds out of old habit, reaching four before she heard the rolling rumble. Another strike left her blinking away afterimages.
Her phone buzzed on the counter beside her. She lifted it, waking the screen to stare at the text from her friend asking her to go dancing but she laid the phone back down with a sigh. The quarantine stifled her. She desperately wanted to be out with her friends. Whether it was dancing at the club or losing at trivia night while laughing and drinking, she missed the energy and the people. Craved it, even. She felt parts of her dying when her only trips out were short visits to the nearby grocery store and that wasn't even half a mile away.
The girl idly itched her elbow while sighing heavily. It didn't help that her friends posted Snaps from their parties. They swore that it'd be small groups and everyone was healthy but she knew them and loved them but didn't trust their sanitary habits or their unwillingness to stay away from others.
After the storm today, the weather was supposed to clear up to leave a long streak of warm days dotted with mild showers.
Dandelions dotted her backyard, mixed with other weeds she didn't know the name for as well as barely maintained grass. Mowing was an irregular habit of hers since she bought the house less than two years ago and it hardly needed it since there was more weeds and dirt than grass.
It seemed everyone taking the shelter in place seriously used their time to work on projects around their homes. In her mind numbingly boring time at home, she flicked through countless "before and after" photos of refinished bathrooms and basements and kitchens, envious of people that actually knew what they were doing with home ownership. Still others made small gardens.
"I can do that," she told her reflection while scanning her yard. She had a few basic tools for the yard as well as an Internet connection to do research and buy anything else she needed.
With a firm nod, Tabitha turned away from the doors to hunt for her laptop. She found it and brought it back to the couch while she curled up with her legs bent and her feet beneath her. When the silence began to bother her, she streamed The Office quietly in the background to fill the air with noise.
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Cool vinyl flooring made Tabitha shiver briefly but she could already feel it warming slightly from the golden sunlight streaming through the small frosted glass window set high in her bathroom.
She frowned at the weight scale set beside the bathroom sink. Her foot raised and hesitated until she set it back on the floor. The woman glanced at herself in the mirror, picking at her brown curls before standing straight and rubbing a hand down her flat stomach. She pinched the skin low on her belly and then reached behind her back to undo her bra, removing it to lay it over the towel bar next to her.
Finally, she tapped the scale with her foot, waiting until it zeroed out before stepping onto the clear surface wearing nothing but her panties.
"One twenty-six point two," she sighed while stepping off. She'd gained half a pound.
Friends, acquaintances and friends of friends shared a steady stream of photos with take out food eaten in the comfortable privacy of their own homes. Her online feed was full of jokes about quarantine weight but she could actually see it happening. She'd run into a friend at the store only to be surprised when she was called out. The face mask and her friend's weight gain coupled with longer hair made her almost unrecognizable.
With her favorite gym and yoga studio closed, Tabitha redoubled her efforts to work out at home, immediately establishing a daily weighing routine to motivate her and track any changes. She was still waiting for stores to restock dumbbells in order to add them to her own meager personal workouts at home.
Despite the extra half pound, her body was still lean and nearly identical to how she looked in high school, where the volleyball team had dragged her away to their club to abuse her toned, tall physique. She could still fit into her clothes and attributed that to clubbing and the gym.
"Well, not everything fits," she said quietly while raising a hand up to her breast. She idly checked herself without putting too much thought into it. Her aunt had passed away over a year ago to breast cancer and it'd sent the women in her family into a panic that resulted in immediate mammograms and constant self-checks. Her breast was heavy in her hand when she lifted it. She'd somehow continued to fill out after high school and any of her old shirts would be too tight, although she'd still worn a few while dancing when she felt herself to be in a flirty mood.
She bent with a groan that made her wince. She'd caught herself doing that more. Groaning. It seemed reflexive and was becoming a bad habit.
I'm far too young for that nonsense, she reminded herself, not for the first time.
Tabitha dressed herself slowly, enjoying the lazy morning as she woke up. She hunted through drawers in her vanity until she found a hairband, green this time, to tie her hair back. Finally she brushed her teeth while pacing in a circle. Before she'd slipped out of bed, she'd peeked at her workload, pleased to see that it was light for the day.
Her bare feet whispered through the quiet house until she reached the couch where she collapsed with legs folded before grabbing her laptop and plush headphones from the nearby end table.
"Let's go," she told herself before the first audio file began to play.
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The quiet click of the chiclet keys from her laptop filled the living room as Tabitha finished the last of her work. Her eyes scanned the document with practised care before submitting the file. She closed her laptop before stowing it with the headphones and standing, bowing her back with raised arms in a bone cracking stretch.
When her stomach grumbled, she sighed and padded over to her kitchen for a light lunch. A slight, dull ache throbbed at the back of her head as a reminder that she'd skipped breakfast after weighing herself that morning. She slid two slices of multigrain bread into her toaster before pulling a bag of baby carrots from a drawer in her fridge.
With her back to the small kitchen, she snacked on the cold carrots slowly until the toast was done. A half used butterstick lay in a dish to the side of the toaster, begging to be used but she ignored it pointedly, grabbing her bounty on a small plate to sit on a stool at the island to enjoy her meager lunch.
Sunlight illuminated her backyard and she found herself mesmerized by the swaying of branches and grass from the random gusts of wind winding their way through her yard. She ate slowly, relishing her food while staring absentmindedly through her glass doors. When her hand reached into an empty bag, she blinked and came back to herself to find her food finished.
She left her plate but tossed her bag into her recycling bin before taking a final swallow of water. With nothing left to distract her, she walked to her room for a pair of ankle socks and then over to the French doors to put her shoes on. She'd set up a pile of gear beside her shoes, including a wide brimmed hat, gloves, knee pads, and a handheld weeder.
Once fully equipped, she opened her doors to step into her soon-to-be garden. By habit, she glanced to her left to see if her neighbor was outside, but the yard was empty. Swallowing her disappointment, she walked to the far corner of her yard and knelt, tool in hand and ready to do battle.
It took several broken weeds before she began to get the hang of how to properly loosen the soil around the dandelions before twisting them free but, when she did, she took great satisfaction in pulling whole weeds free.
Tabitha continued working for nearly an hour, kneeling in the dirt with one hand on the ground and the other prying roots free until she came across a lone plant in an empty space between weeds.
It was as thin as a pen's ink cartridge and just as dark with tiny black roots threading the ground surrounding it. It had no leaves and only a bulbous, unopened caramel bud with darker hickory lines from the base to the swirled tip. The little plant stood half as tall as the surrounding dandelions.
"You're a frail little thing aren't you," she cooed at it while wondering what kind of plant it was.
Wind ruffled her hair and the flower bent precariously until she reached for it to steady its stalk. Her thumb brushed the bulbous bud and it burst open, releasing glittering spores.
Tabitha gasped and then gagged when she inhaled the particles. She felt a burning sensation in her nose until she violently sneezed three times in rapid succession. Her eyes watered when she rubbed her nose with the back of her gloves.
"Euagh," she groaned, smacking her lips. She tasted charred dirt in the back of her mouth that wouldn't go away even when she hawked and spat several times. "Gross."
The strange flower remained but the bud was gone. In its place was a small brown nub that barely covered the tip of the stalk. She glared at it while massaging her throat and swallowing hard. The strange smoky taste seemed less now but remained enough to bother her as she moved away from the flower to continue weeding.
Near the opposite side of the yard from where she started, a particularly large dandelion stood proudly in the shade. A huge array of thick leaves pressed into the dirt around it, forcing Tabitha to dig around beneath them until she found the central root. She grasped the base of it with her left hand, pulling it tight while shoving the weeder deep into the soil, prying against the root to try and loosen it but it held fast. For a moment, she almost broke the root just to be done with it but decided instead that she wouldn't let it win.
Finally, Tabitha withdrew the weeder with a frustrated 'tsk' and placed her hands on her hips. She stared at the weed and the very tip of her nose twitched while she grinded her teeth together.
A small ring of loose dirt surrounded the base of the weed. She held the root once more before reaching to dig at the dirt with her gloved hand. The grippy, blunted nitrile coating allowed her to dig slowly, dislodging dirt to carefully set on the ground surrounding the dandelion.
Her frustration returned at the slowness of the work until she chirped in annoyance and the tip of her nose twitched once more. She pulled at the fingers of her gloves until she'd removed both of them, deciding that she'd be more dexterous without them.
Once more she held the weed and began to dig. The cool earth felt good on the bare tips of her fingers. She chirped again as she slid her fingers as deep as she could before curling them to pull the dirt away.
Her nails, kept short to help with her typing speed, lengthened slowly as she worked. The dirt rubbed against her cuticles to soothe the dull ache that bloomed as keratin formed in thin layers to strengthen her nails. The soft pink skin bulged over her nail roots as they pushed back to anchor themselves deeply around the bones.
Her nails curved downward and to the sides before slowing to a stop nearly half an inch from the tips of her fingers. She tore through the dirt, lost in a sudden, strange enjoyment of the very act of digging. The ache from the tips of her fingers moved, sliding down to the base of her thumbs as a small new bone formed, a tiny nugget of collagen and calcium phosphate. She pressed her palms into the dirt to soothe the pain as the nugget grew into the sliver of a predigit.
Tabitha blinked while wiggling her nose. She'd dug down beneath the end of the dandelion's root and around, leaving a hole half a foot in diameter and easily a foot deep. She snorted while flexing her nose before scratching at it with her long nails.
The tips of fine clear whiskers pierced the skin around her lips. She licked at the few drops of sweet on her upper lip and the whiskers flexed, tugging at new nerves beneath her skin. It was an unusual sensation but still easy to ignore with just the few changes and shortness of the whiskers themselves.
Movement within the hole grabbed her attention. A single pink, dirt encrusted earthworm wriggled half-exposed in the deep, damp soil wall. She cocked her head while reaching a finger forward, carefully using her curved, dense nail to carve around it until she could safely pull it free.
The worm hung in her grasp. She swallowed as her stomach rumbled, reminding her how hard she'd worked on so little food. When it twisted between her fingers, she shook her head and dropped it back in the hole with a soft chirp. She watched it begin to burrow, lifting the dandelion to toss it in the pile behind her before moving onto the next one.
Her weeding tool and gloves lay forgotten at the hole she'd dug earlier. She eagerly dug her bare hands into the dirt, clawing through compacted earth to free the roots before pulling the weeds cleanly from the ground. It was slower but more satisfying and she lost herself in the work, chirping and grunting occasionally while twitching her nose and nearly hidden whiskers.
Hours passed as the sun traveled overhead, beating down relentlessly against her. She wiped sweat away while swallowing with a dry throat. Her sore muscles complained loudly, slowing her down until she finally sat back on her heels.
Holes lined her yard where the dandelions once stood. Her eyes swept the yard and she felt pleased with how many she uprooted.
Tabitha walked on her knees back to the first hole where she'd abandoned her tool. Halfway there, she dropped to her hands and knees to walk on all fours, digging her nails into the ground with every movement, sinking them as deep as she could while swaying her hips slightly until she reached the spot. She lay back in the shade afforded by her fence to rest for a while.
Sunlight blazed painfully into her eyes beneath the brim of her hat. She shielded them with a hiss while squinting as the light drilled into her brain. The pain masked the reshaping of the bone around her eye sockets. For a brief moment, her eyes were squeezed before they shrunk as well. Black streaks appeared in her irises, tainting the soft brown.
As the sun continued to beat down upon her, she turned her head, sliding it into the hole she'd dug by hand earlier. The darkness and cool dirt soothed her and she breathed deeply of the earthy scent.
"Did you find anything?" a sweet voice called near her fence.
Tabitha squeaked while pushing herself up. Dirt lined her brow and cheeks while she fidgeted in front of her neighbor. Her nose twitched fiercely in embarrassment.
"H- hi, Darla! Y- yeah, I just thought with the quarantine, I needed something to do and my yard is a mess."
"Well, welcome to the club," Darla smiled. "If you need any tips or tools, I'll be happy to pass them over to you. From a safe distance."
"That's- that's great, thank you," Tabitha said with a blush. She scratched at her side, digging her long nails into the muscle beneath her taut skin. "I'd like that. I'm just getting started with the weeds and then maybe I could start a vegetable garden after that."
"Have you tested the soil for acidity?" the other woman asked.
"Oh. Umm, no," she told her.
"It'd be a good idea. I can print out some info on what to look for and what's good to plant right now. And maybe some information on raised beds if you need them. I'll sit down tonight to get those for you."
Over dinner? Tabitha desperately wanted to ask but found herself unable to speak. Instead, she shuffled her feet, pressing the tips of her shoes into the loose dirt. "That'd- that'd be great, thank you."
"My pleasure!" Darla said. "I'll put them in your mailbox later. Now I have to get my own hands dirty. Stay safe!"
"You- you, too!" she replied to the back of her neighbor's head. She sighed as she watched the woman's silky black hair vanish beneath the top of her fence.
Minor cramps gripped Tabitha's stomach. It grumbled painfully until she clawed at it. With a last glance towards the yard next to hers, she picked up her tool and gloves before going back into her house.
After unstrapping her knee pads and tossing her hat aside, she walked to the front door to pick up her purse, keys, and face mask. She locked the door behind her and turned, scratching the back of her pants. A sharp spike twisted in her tailbone every time her heel struck the ground, vanishing immediately before reappearing on the next step. She frowned but dug her thick nails deep and a small, loose shard of a bone moved beneath her skin.
The fine vellus hairs in the cleft above her ass grew thick and long, lengthening where her nails scratched before growing down between her cheeks. They spread, making her shiver slightly when they pricked her pussy and the sensitive skin surrounding and then up, three inches along the center of her back. The lightly furred area grew inflamed under her attentions so she pressed her palm against the reddened, swollen area until she reached her car.
After unlocking her car, she opened the door and tossed her purse and mask into the passenger seat before sliding into the driver's seat. She buckled herself in, pressed the brake and the ignition button and the little car grumbled to life.
Despite the band of tint across the top of her windshield, the sun lay at the perfect angle to blind her and she hissed, pulling the visor down quickly while fumbling for the release on the small compartment where she stored her sunglasses. The tint, visor and sunglasses finally blocked the sun enough to give her relief.
As she pulled away from her house, the obsidian streaks in her eyes widened, consuming her irises entirely.
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Parked in the sparse lot in front of the grocery store, Tabitha glanced up at herself for a quick check before going back inside. Her hair and light makeup were in order so she reached for the door handle but then stopped, frowning at her reflection once more. Something seemed off but it took her several seconds to realize what was wrong - her face was covered in dirt and a few bits lined her hair. And even seeing it, several more seconds passed before she understood that she needed to brush herself off to make herself presentable.
She exited her car with her purse and mask in hand before leaning over to clean her face as gently as possible.
Ugh, and Darla saw me like this! She chirped at herself in annoyance while continuing to clean.
The tiny bones at the base of her thumb expanded, pulling the skin into a thin flap. She clawed through her hair to settle it in place, hooked her mask over her ears and held her purse tight before walking into the store.
Cartilage melted within the whorls of her ears, pulling them back slightly and hiding them beneath her hair. Her mask slipped, causing her to adjust and readjust until the straps lay precariously against her face.
She grabbed a cart from the line outside. The store's glass doors whisked open silently and she sighed happily at the coolness and dim lights within. She strolled deep inside until she reached the produce department.
Pressure built slowly in the pit of her stomach, ballooning outward until she felt bloated from it. At the same time, tiny needles assaulted her chest, prickling against her breasts and the surrounding skin. She itched herself as covertly as possible while biting her lip. The pressure welled up beneath her breastbone forcing her to stop in place and bend over her cart. She released her lip to grind her front teeth together, over and over and over again. Dentin accumulated within her front teeth. Microfractures formed over the expanding enamel as they lengthened while scraping together.
Fatty tissue burned away beneath her breasts and they withdrew, sliding slowly against her soft bra while shrinking bust sizes. Her shirt crumpled over her chest as her breasts halved in size but they still continued to pull back.
The prickling sensation was maddening, tiny points of pain mixed with an intense pleasurable feeling like a million eager mouths and fingers against her skin. She moaned before clamping her mouth shut and her incisors forced her into an overbite with her top teeth resting just above her gums.
The bloating sensation shifted as her small breasts settled within her bra, barely larger than her dark areola. Skin stretched around her waist, pulling her pants tight before becoming overwhelmed by a soft roll of skin. Stretch marks appeared along her ass cheeks as they swelled over the back of her jeans and she moaned again when the crotch pulled her panties up between her labia.
An inaudible whine sounded when the threads within her jeans strained against each other.
Bent forward, her shirt lifted while her jeans shrank and the inch long growth of her hairless gray tail swept the air behind her. Her moan turned to a guttural snort when she felt her thighs press together.
She felt the seat of her pants tear in slow motion. She reached behind herself as if to cover it but the tear continued, the material separating up to the very band of her pants and down, curving inward to her zipper.
Her pussy lay bare to all, hidden behind soft brown fur with her panties pulled tightly between her swollen labia. Her short tail thrashed behind her until she stood tall while pinching the tear in a futile effort to hold her jeans closed.
Blood rushed to her cheeks, reddening them while her heart leapt to her throat. She abandoned her cart to speed walk through the store as quickly as possible with her eyes locked to the floor in front of her. Whispers followed her and at least one person laughed quietly.
Her thighs rubbed together while she rushed through the grocery store and out, hissing when the sun tore through her sunglasses and into her black eyes. She shielded her face with one hand while the other still held her pants together.
More cartilage disintegrated within her ears. Her mask slipped and fell away, lost on the hot parking lot in her rush to get to her car. She unlocked her door by clicking her remote repeatedly until it was within range and nearly bolted to get the door open.
The fabric seats were warm against her bare ass and thighs when she finally made it inside. Her tail, grown longer and thicker, forced her to readjust herself in her seat.
"What the hell. What the hell," she asked herself, staring down at her wide hips and the open slit of her jeans between her legs. The fabric on the inside of her thighs was already abraded from simply walking back to her car. She touched her skin, expecting pain for some reason but was surprised at how soft and smooth she felt.
The hairs low on her back slowly began to spread around her waist, slowing when they reached her side but still growing up her spine. The brown fur grew densely together but short with the hairs pointed away from her body.
Tabitha shifted in her seat to get comfortable but her panties dug deeper. She reached for them, spreading her thick thighs while leaning back as much as she could to pull them out. Her curved nails hooked beneath the thin material and she pulled.
The woman's claws sliced through her panties and she grunted in annoyance and frustration. Grinding her incisors, she pulled her panties completely free before throwing them on the floorboard in the passenger side. When she looked up, slapping her wide hands on the wheel, the fur between her thighs continued to grow.
She glanced at the store quickly when her stomach grumbled with miniature cramps. The hunger was worse now. The bridge of her twitching nose receded, pulling the tip back until her twin nostrils pointed forward.
After a last glance at the store, she started her car and drove off while looking around the expanded parking lot for a fast food place. It was a rare occasion for her but her hunger was driving her mad.
A lone greasy burger joint sat within the same shopping complex. She wove between the parking lot until she pulled in line to wait.
She plucked at the rip in her jeans, widening it with every pluck of her fingers as her tail curled back up against her seat.
Distracted by the thought of food, she played with the soft fur completely covering her thigh, rubbing her palm back and forth against the thick hairs. Her joints pulsed as her fingers became swollen. The change restarted the growth of her claws and she grinded her incisors together when they slid against her thighs, parting her fur as her sharp nails doubled in size. The skin covering her hands grew leathery and tough, rasping against her soft fur in a pleasing manner.
"Good," she whispered to herself, sliding her hand down between her thighs. Her mind regressed slowly as bones glacially shifted along her skull. "Good, feels good."
The scent of her pussy slowly began to fill the cabin of her car. She chirped when her hardened claws bit into her thighs and labia. Clear liquid welled up between her lips as her throbbing labia swelled. She slid her middle claw slowly between her drooling pussy lips, rocking her hips as she reached the apex and bent her finger to shove the claw within.
Muscles tore in her back and arms, microscopic tears that immediately reformed stronger than before. The process repeated itself thousands of times and her shirt, made loose by the shrinking of her breasts, filled out once more with the powerful muscles building in her upper body.
Her black eyes grew vacant behind her sunglasses as she rode her still-growing claw like a dildo, rocking her car with her added weight. Her squeaky voice rose higher and higher until it reached a crescendo and she came, squirting a thin stream that soaked her pedals and the floor beneath. She gasped, panting while shaking in her seat until an aftershock made her buck.
Cum dripped from her long claw when she pulled it free. She slid it into her mouth with a moan, sucking on her own taste until she felt the tip of her claw against the back of her throat.
An impatient honk from the car behind her brought her out of her reverie. She blinked and squinted ahead of her but the car honked again and she remembered she needed to pull forward.
A harsh voice squawked at her from the speaker set by the menu. Tabitha looked at the softly lit menu but struggled to make out the blurry words.
"Ummm," she said slowly, leaning forward while twitching her short whiskers and flat nose. "Ummmm. Do you- burgers? Just a burger meal?"
"You want the number 3?" the bored teenager asked overly loud through the speaker.
"Yes?" Tabitha said, unsure of what came with it. She clamped her hand against the edge of the door, scoring the paint on her car with her claws while leaning further but the words still swam in her eyes.
"Okay, one number three. What size and drink?"
"Oh. Um," her stomach gurgled loudly. "Large. And a coke."
"Is everything correct on your screen?" the boy asked.
"No- umm- no," she answered, pawing at her stomach. "Could- could I have- three? Three of them?"
"Three number threes, large. Do you want something else to drink for the other two?"
"No. I don't- Ummm, I don't need other drinks. Just the one. It's just for me to-"
She clamped her mouth shut, wincing when her incisor rubbed against her gums.
"Please pull forward to the second window."
She drove forward carefully, leaning over her wheel. Fine details were impossible to make out but the haze was enough to drive through as long as she was careful. She eased up to the second window to see a young woman waiting with her mask on.
"How would you like to pay?" the girl asked finally.
"Oh! S- sorry," Tabitha said, grabbing her purse. Her claws tore her purse apart, flinging random items around her car. She grunted and grinded her teeth until she found her wallet. Confusion filled her mind and she handed the entire thing to the young girl.
"Just need your card, ma'am," the girl said while staring at Tabitha's nails with obvious disgust. Her eyes widened when she caught the edge of the tear in the jeans and the slick, cum coated fur showing. She tilted her head and bent slightly, too curious not to figure out what she was seeing and then up when she realized what was bothering her about her customer's face.
"O- oh, right, I'm- I'm sorry," Tabitha said, blushing. She hissed while struggling with her wallet until she was able to retrieve her credit card. "Here!"
She reached her card out but it slipped from her swollen fingers to land on the metal tray in front of the window.
"I'll- I'll be back with your order," the girl said, turning after taking the card. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "What the fuck."
Tabitha waited eagerly, scenting the air for the smell of food. A different worker appeared slowly, eyeing Tabitha as he handed over the large drink. She wrapped her claws around it before bringing into her car and carefully into the cup holder. A large bag followed and was snatched fast enough that her claws nicked the boy's hand.
Unable to wait any longer, she shifted and drove away, oblivious to the yells of the workers behind her when they waved her credit card from the window.
She drove through the parking lot, searching for shade from the baleful eye of the sun low on the horizon. There was nothing in the wide open lot and she snarled before turning slowly onto the road. Cars honked at her slow driving while she leaned over the steering wheel, circling side streets until she found her way home. She parked in her driveway with the sun behind her.
Hungry grunts filled the car as she tore into the bags to devour her food.
The fries were her favorites. Their long shapes reminded her of the wiggling worm she'd found earlier in the garden. She ate them slowly with periodic happy chirps while imagining them wiggling in her mouth.
Her flat nose pulled her face forward, pushed by bones shifting in her jaw and cheeks. Creaking and cracking while skin stretched and tiny brown hairs erupted from pores. She strained against her seatbelt before blindly slamming her hand against the button next to the seat. The wide flap of her predigit unlocked her seatbelt and she leaned into the passenger side to root through the bags with her flat nose. Her sharp incisors tore through the wrappers and she feasted on the mess she made in the seat.
Finally sated, she sat back and then rolled to the door, clawing at it before remembering the handle. She chirped and inserted a long claw to unlock it.
Tabitha slid from her seat to the hard concrete on all fours. Her jeans lay in tatters, torn down to her knees to show her bare, furred ass and plump pussy lips. Exhaustion settled upon her as she waddled on all fours to her front door. She clawed at the door and then looked at it before clawing it again. Her nails carved furrows down the wood surface.
"Open," she said, shoving at the door with her palm. She remembered needing to do something to make it open but it was lost to her as she pawed at the door with increasing irritation. "Open!"
She slammed at the door, piercing it with her claws while her biceps bulged and her back muscles bunched together. With a single sharp pull, the bottom of the door cracked and she flicked her wrist behind her to fling the fragment away.
"Yes, open! Yes!" she hissed, clawing at the door. Her six inch long claws clasped the broken bottom and she pulled, easily breaking through with her new strength. When a large enough hole was open, she lowered herself and crawled, nosing through the door and into the cool darkness of her living room.
Her feet dragged behind her while she crawled and her shoes bulged around them. Her knees struck the ground, followed but her feet and they clicked as her nails began to lengthen from her toes. They grew shorter than her fingernail but sharp and curved, easily piercing the sole of her shoes and giving her more purchase while she made her way to her bedroom.
The woman yawned when she entered, raising her head to show her long snout in a high pitched squeal before shambling towards her bed. She grabbed her blanket to pull with her as she flattened her bulk to burrow under the bed frame.
Beneath the bed, she curled her muscular arms beneath her to rest her head against them. She found herself wiggling and adjusting her position as hairs emerged from her arms, tickling her sensitive nose and the whiskers surrounding it.
Her tail thickened as it slid through her fur. The tip vanished in the gap of her pants, trapped by the remains of her jeans. They stiffened as the tail lifted briefly before settling. And still it grew, coiling around her leg and down to her ankle before appearing from the cuff of her pants and down to her feet and the broken shoes.
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Tabitha woke nearly four hours later to absolute silence and darkness. She shivered and shook herself and stretched, pushing against the floor to easily raise her massive king sized bed from the floor.
"Nice," she said quietly. "Nice nap."
Her mind swam with thoughts and plans and ideas, too bright and big to hold onto. However, when her stomach gurgled, she decided on a course of action.
"Dinner time," she said happily, smiling with her strange, pointed muzzle. Her wet, flat nose wriggled and she turned, shoving the bed with every movement until she crawled from beneath it.
Once freed, she paused and groaned, pulling herself slowly up to two legs. She swayed, offset by her change in center of gravity that urged her back down to all fours. With one hand on the wall, she pulled at her shirt, easily tearing it with her claws and muscles. Fur surrounded patches of bare skin covered with soft brown stubble. She took a step and her pants snapped, breaking at the already straining waistband. They dangled around her ankles, dragging against the floor.
Tabitha fell to all fours with an enormous thump that rattled the house. Her fur and body shook from the impact but she ignored it, rolling onto her back while lifting her legs to pull at her jeans and shoes, ripping them apart to leave her completely nude. Her small breasts were nearly completely hidden beneath her thick pelt.
"Good," she said slowly, rolling back to hands and feet. She contemplated standing again but it seemed like a momentous amount of effort.
She had work to do, she knew that. There was always work to do when she woke up. It involved using her hands and listening to things. Typing. Typing what she heard. But she was hungry and it was quiet and she felt the urge to dig. Her hair, still held back by a green hairband, settled against the fur on her neck and her tail dragged against the floor as she moved through the house towards the glass doors at the back of her living room.
Again she paused, staring at the door. Finally, she reared back, one hand pushing her up as she inexpertly grabbed at the door handle, pulling it hard enough to crack the lock and force it open. She trundled into the yard, snuffling at the ground with every step until she reached the large hole she'd dug earlier.
Her claws tore through the earth, flinging huge amounts of dirt behind her with the help of the wide flaps beside her thumbs. As the hole widened, she crawled into it, snacking at worms she found along the way, not even bothering to squeeze the dirt from them before snapping them up. She tunneled deep enough to barely shift the soil above, greatly enjoying the act itself until she decided to curve upwards.
The ground opened above her and she realized she was in her neighbor's yard. She wiggled and squinted towards the house, listening for sounds of movement but all was silent
A struggle formed within as she came close to self realization. She wanted her neighbor. Had wanted her since she'd moved in next door. Having never found the strength to speak up, she worried it was too late. She was- she was-
The thought skirted through her mind.
She could help her. She could.
Tabitha traced her steps back through the tunnel until she was in her own yard again. She lay her head close to the ground with her eyes focused, slowly going back and forth until she found it.
The little black plant had a full brown bulb atop its stalk once more. She raised her wide, weathered paw high before gently piercing the earth around the roots, pushing until her claws vanished. And then she flexed, scooping the flower as carefully as possible. She held it next to her while limping back to her tunnel, crawling through until she exited once more.
Digging a hole to replant the flower was trivial and she took great care with her work, settling it in place as if it had always been there.
And then she turned back to her tunnel to hunt for worms: she'd need to spend the night creating a storehouse large enough for two.
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Tabitha napped just beneath the earth. She'd covered her tunnel well to hide her tracks from her night's work.
Vibrations tickled her whiskers and her ears heard the thump of feet on the ground. Her neighbor's voice warbled beneath the earth but she heard it surprisingly clear.
"Oh, hello," the voice said. "You're new, aren't you?'
Silence followed and Tabitha grew tense.
"Well, let's have a loo-oh! Oh, ugh, it got in my mouth!"
Gagging sounds followed but she relaxed in her den. Tunnels criss-crossed beneath her and she'd built two chambers dozens of feet deep in preparation for what was coming.
All she had to do was wait, resting beneath the earth for the changes to begin.
