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“Is this thing on?” Her voice trembled slightly, but it was unclear whether it was because she was nervous or out of breath, perhaps both. Jenny's computer screen flickered and a mirror image appeared, showing her as she bent over the camera she had set up in front of her couch. The desk chair had become... problematic. It was easy to see why – leaned over as she was her stomach swayed into view, dozens of pounds of jiggling, wobbling blubber that took a heavy toll on her frame and had no chance of fitting in her old chair. Her clothes were torn, pants completely gone, but it had been requested that she appear in the outfit she started gaining in, so Jenny obliged. Seeing that everything appeared to be working, a smile appeared between the blush on the skunk's chubby cheeks and she waddled backwards a few steps. “Well, this is me.” She said to the camera, microphone picking everything up. To the side she had a coffee table set up where she could grab her keyboard, mouse and tablet but using them required compressing herself against a desk or resting them on the expanse of her stomach. Either possibility was embarrassing but also, if she was honest with herself, a little thrilling. Her viewers had insisted on the camera setup, seemingly no longer content with watching her face slowly puff through the lens of her webcam, they wanted to see the whole package. And, as she settled back down into the couch, ass cheeks nestling between packages of candy and chocolates, she knew she didn't mind showing them. After all, it was just weeks ago she had been a tall-ish, slightly chubby skunk girl. Now she struggled to fit through most doors – and that excited her.

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