While livestreaming to her usual audience, Anna received a strange donation accompanied by a cryptic message and a mysterious link. The file was named "MNM", with no further explanation. Curiosity got the better of her, and without thinking twice, she clicked the link.

The moment the file opened, a strange sensation washed over her—a warm, tingling buzz that pulsed through her entire body. Her fingers twitched, her breath hitched, and an overwhelming heat radiated from her core. Anna barely had time to react before her reflection on her webcam twisted and warped before her audience’s very eyes.

Her skin softened, darkening into a silky coat of short fur. Her ears stretched upward, elongating rapidly until they flopped slightly at the tips. Her nose twitched uncontrollably as it shrank and became a small, pink button-like snout. She gasped, and even her voice came out different—higher, sweeter, almost melodious.

Then came the most dramatic changes. Her hips flared outward, her thighs thickened, and a small, fluffy cotton tail sprouted at the base of her spine. A strange tightness built in her midsection, her stomach rounding rapidly as if swelling with life. She barely had time to cradle the heavy, undeniable curve of a pregnant belly before another wave of changes struck her.

Her hands trembled as her nails sharpened into small claws, her palms softening into delicate paw pads. Her legs shifted in shape, becoming digitigrade, forcing her to adjust how she sat. A soft layer of fur covered her entire body, blending seamlessly with the curves of her new, highly attractive, anthropomorphic form.

Anna panted, wide-eyed, staring at her transformed self in absolute disbelief. The chat was going wild—messages flooded the screen faster than she could read.

"WTF just happened?!"
"Did she just... transform?!"
"Preggo bunny girl???"

Panic set in. The transformation had been live-streamed to all her followers. The changes, she realized, felt too real to be some kind of filter or special effect. And the worst part? She had no idea how to change back.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she scrambled for her keyboard, but her now-padded fingers made typing awkward. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she had a sinking feeling—whatever had just happened to her, someone knew exactly what they were doing when they sent that file.