#38o

(( but im already a mermaid 3B)

Feferi’s thighs have always rubbed together when she walked. She’s always been a (much) thicker girl, and it’s not really unusual for her to waddle slightly after a few weeks off her diet. It’s why she doesn’t think that much of it when her shorts feel snug around her thighs and her legs don’t feel like forcing themselves together to stand at attention.

She’s meandering around her hive when it happens, the waistband of her shorts cutting a little more into her widening hips as her pillowy legs gain a little extra fluff, and a little extra, and a little extra. She rubs her tummy idly, the darn thing growling, and a stray thought crosses her mind that her pants shouldn’t feel this tight before breakfast.

She takes a right towards the kitchen and unconsciously rests her hands on her butt and hips, swelling behind and beside her with a slow, inexorable force.

Her shorts creak, and she looks down and begins to smile ruefully before the size of her lower body (not yet finished with its expansion) registers, and she affects an expression of equal parts surprise and annoyance.

Man, I just got these, she whines as she opens her button before it bursts, putting her hands to either side of the garment and pushing down in a mostly-futile attempt to wrench them off before they burst.

 It’s really no use, and several seconds pass of Feferi squirming and grunting and trying to squeeze her ever-thickening thighs through the tightening shorts when the seams on either hip creak and explode open, releasing her comically wide, plump hips from their denim prison. She pouts, lamely lamenting the loss of cute shorts, and rubs at her enormous thighs when something catches her finger.

A scale?

Another downward glance confirms it - Feferi has a scale on her leg. Another catches her eye, one she could swear hadn’t been there before, and another and another, simply popping into existence like they’d always been there.Her thighs are so plump it’d be a challenge to have them NOT touching at this point, but she shakes concerns from her head and starts waddling - oh yes, it’s happening now - towards the stairs down into the water. Maybe this is a fuchsiablood thing, and she should ask Gl’bgolyb, after breakfast. And teatime, and snacks, and her daily midafternoon extra-large anchovy pizza, and FUCK-

Feferi’s legs have started to fuse together, and she’s fallen down the stairs.She tumbles head-over-enormous-ass for a short flight before halding with a splash in inches-high water, the first landing at high tide. She looks back at her rotund, balloon-like lower half, and sees a vast cleft hill of scales glittering in the late morning sun, her bottom jiggling slightly still from the impact. She shifts her thick legs to get to her knees, and is more than mildly surprised to discover that she has no knees, nor legs- rather, it feels like an extension of her spine, many-jointed and more fluid of motion. 

She thrashes a little in place before she can roll over onto her bulbous rear and get a better look at what she can certainly confirm to be a tail, a real life Tail, Real Actual Mermaid Tail, with fins on the end and everything, swishing surprisingly gracefully in the shallow water, glittering from waist to fins with beautiful opalescent scales, and still preposterously wide and thick for even her plump lower half.

D->well i was referring about food but D->thats sounds adorabubble D->*adorable