(F to Panda)

Amber sent a small look over to her recording software, regretting it instantly. She was going to get some comments for being a boomer for that for sure, assuming people weren’t already chatting about her ‘millennial pause’. That was exactly why she hid her chat during her videos – it was easier to drown out the side noise and focus more on her exercises.

“All right, everyone! Big thanks again to Bamboo Power for sponsoring this video. Remember, if natural growth is all for you, then be sure to have a sip of bamboo!” She winked, blissfully ignorant of a few of the warnings that had popped up in her minimized window.

“Today I’ll be showing you a fun, fifteen minute workout you can do at home, okay? So first, let’s get to stretching!” Amber’s smile shone almost as bright as her platinum-bleached hair. She made a small note to get her roots touched up, a bit of her natural brown was showing through.

“One thing I really like about dynamic stretching is how fun it can be,” she chirped, shaking out her arms and legs. “It’s a bit better than going through some old-fashioned poses and stretches, right? No offense to my yogis out there!”

Her bare feet gently thumped against her yoga mat, but the sound was still a little louder than usual. For some reason, her limbs were a little sluggish today. She tried not to worry about that, or about the small chill of sweat beading along her spine.

“Next up, a few jumping jacks, just to get that heart rate going! Okay? Here we go!”

Amber kept her form perfect as always, though she couldn’t help but notice that she was putting a little bit more than usual into each jump. Yesterday she’d gone through her little routine with a weighted vest on, and this felt a lot like that. She chalked it up to a little bit of soreness, and missed the slight shifts to her body.

Her muscles were getting a little bit softer, and every time her feet left the ground, she returned to Earth a bit heavier. Her arms weren’t quite flabby, but they were certainly plush – unlike her thighs, which had gone from ‘fitfluencer’ to ‘Pixar MILF.’ Most telling of all was her gut, which lost its six pack in favor of a cute muffin top.

A little sweat trickled down the curve of her new belly, and she had to pause for a moment to catch her breath. A nagging voice inside her head told her not to stop, and she hurriedly dropped onto her elbows and knees, looking up to the camera to make sure it was still focused on her. Unfortunately, in this pose, she couldn’t quite see what had happened to her belly.

“All right! Next up, let’s work on some planks. Now that we’ve gotten our blood flowing, these are the best way to keep your core engaged through the next part of our workout.”

Amber took a deep breath in, closing her eyes and quietly counting off in her head. It was just three sets of forty-five seconds, which should have been easy enough on a normal day. Today; however, each second added a pound of flab to her body.

Enough of her muscles remained that she kept moving into the second and third sets, but by the last she felt like she was shaking like a leaf. Sweat openly puddled beneath her on her yoga mat, which she cleared away with an embarrassed half-wipe of her hand.

“Guess there must have been something I ate, right? After this set of push-ups, I’ll have to wash it down with some more Bamboo Power. Remember to check out my affiliate link, and use code AMBERSAMPED to get a ten percent discount.” Amber huffed, feeling more rivulets of sweat drip down her cheeks.

She dropped onto her chest, spreading her hands and preparing for push-ups. They were never her favorite exercise, there was a certain part of her arms that she always had trouble engaging. And, weird as she felt today, she didn’t want to risk anything. Still, the show had to go on…

After one rep, she rapid revised that thought. It felt like she was trying to press a few hundred pounds in one go! She gasped, looking up to the camera with an attempt at a confident smile. Some sweat dripped into her eyes and blurred her vision, so she couldn’t quite tell if she was in focus. She also couldn’t see how big she’d gotten, or how big she was getting.

Just the one push-up had bulged her belly out further, to the point where it rested below her like a plump pillow. Amber chalked the thought up to her own paranoia, instead sliding her knees below her, spreading her arms a little wider.

“The nice… thing…” She gulped, catching her breath. “About push-ups is that you can change your posture to meet your needs. Normally I have my hands close together to target my triceps, but instead let’s spread my arms to focus a little more on my chest.”

Said chest swelled a bit, soft fat spilling over the top of her workout bra.

“And if I’m on my knees like this, it helps to adjust to trying out new muscle groups. Remember, you want to feel a really deep stretch between reps, okay? Let’s go!”

She dipped down, and everything inside her felt so tight. It was like her skin was suddenly three sizes too small, and oddly enough she especially felt it in her fingers. They almost felt swollen – was this some sort of allergic reaction to her mat? It wasn’t that new, but maybe she’d worn through a coating or something?

Amber dismissed the thoughts from her mind, pushing up with as much force as she could muster. An embarrassingly loud grunt sputtered from past her lips, which darkened slightly, gaining a slightly rubbery texture. She played her tongue along them, tasting her own sweat and shuddering in embarrassment.

“One down! Nine to go!” Something sounded a little bit off to her about her voice. There was a hint of a growl behind her every breath. She tried to pretend it was just exertion, tried to ignore how stretched and hot she felt.

Too bad for her, she succeeded. She ignored how her ears tingled as they stretched and rounded. She ignored the ache in her tailbone as a small little nub worked its way out above her plump backside. She ignored how each dip and lift left her stomach and breasts even rounder, even softer, even heavier.

“…Trrrugh… Ten!” Amber wheezed, flopping over onto her side. There was a loud paired pop that made her changed ears twitch, but she was too tired to care about that. The cheap mat must have popped or something. Somehow. It definitely wasn’t the sound of her yoga top and pants finally surrendering to the pressure of her changed form.

“Okay… Everrryone… Hrruh… Let’s take a quick brrreak!” She rolled onto her knees, oblivious to how her sweat-drenched clothes stuck to the mat below her, or to how her bare body jiggled softly with every move. She was thirsty, and exactly in the mood to sample some of her sponsor’s wares.

Her clumsy hands felt almost paw-like as she slapped them against the bottle of Bamboo Power. A new instinct flickered into her mind, and she opened her mouth. A little bit of thick drool spilled out onto her chest, and she blushed. But she also didn’t stop.

Amber’s teeth chomped down onto the bottle, and she worried at it for a moment like a dog with a bone. Her thick palms squeezed the bottle tighter, turning it slightly, and with a small pop the cap spilled into her mouth along with a bit of delicious bamboo-flavored water.

“MMhhrruuh… That… morrre like it…” Amber’s thoughts swam as she drank deep from the bottle. If she didn’t know better, she’d almost think it was alcoholic. But to be fair to her, even in her right mind, she’d never have considered that a simple drink could drop her IQ like a rock.

The warmth over her body only increased, and she dopily itched at her belly as thick, soft, dense fur fluffed out, covering her from head to toe. The feeling was odd enough to piece through even her addled mind, and Amber wiped the back of one of her furry paws against her face, clearing her vision better than her favorite sweat towel.

The first thing she noticed was a short, blunt muzzle in her peripheral vision. It was large enough that it would have obscured most of her human body… but that human body was a thing of the past. Her fatass panda self was so swollen that she could clearly see her enormous fuzzy breasts, and a rounded, embarrassingly jiggle belly.

“WhguhhrrRRRUHH!?” Amber stumbled backwards, as though she could walk away from what she’d become. All that accomplished was upsetting her balance. Her new, enormous feet thumped against the floor like cannon fire, followed by the bomb of her bulky bottom dropping onto the workout matt.

The fall was enough to bounce her brain about her new shrinking skull, battering her surprise and panic away into a dull, ursine contentment. Her thick tongue fell from her mouth, and the panda slurped it back in absent-mindedly, looking around the strange small room she was in.

A glimmer of movement caught her eye, a livestreamed reflection of herself looking back at her. There was a dim part of her mind that was aware it was significant somehow, but that part of her wasn’t as hungry as the rest of her.

Her nose twitched, picking up the scent of spilled sweet juice. There – on the ground, by the weird clear boxy-thing. There was a little puddle of delicious, just waiting for her.

She lumbered onto all fours, thumping contentedly across her studio apartment. Then, she played her long, drooly tongue along the liquid, growling happily as she lapped away at the puddle. Ironically, at that moment, her stream reached the timer she’d set hours ago and replaced the live feed of her with an advertisement for Bamboo Power.

As her computer chirped about ‘natural growth,’ the unnaturally grown panda curled up into a happy ball, snuffling to herself. She had no idea why, but she was super tired, like she’d just had to… exercise or something. Luckily, even a dimwit like her had a solution for that, and her snores soon filled the air.