My first submission on the weasly o3o

Accompanying story:

"You have to exercise more often. People as, let's face it, morbidly obese as yourself are rife with health problems and you're not exempt. Your legs are going, your back is strained, your heart is clogged with cholesterol. Jenny, you're a time bomb waiting to go off."

It was a speech she'd heard dozens of times from dozens of doctors over the years. They all said roughly the same thing. When she was young she was overweight. When she grew older, she was outright fat. These days, with her stomach hanging down past her knees? Some days she was surprised she could move at all.

"Jennifer Amber Koda, what /have/ you done to yourself? Do you /want/ to die? Do you?! You're a pig! A whale... a... a... a hippo!" Jennifer would blush, as her mother came down on her, berating her for her overeating. One night when she was a teenager and had come back with an entire shopping trolley's worth of food sloshing around in her packed tummy, she thought her mother was going to explode. She kept watching the veins throb in the older woman's neck, slinking back and making herself look small – as much as her massive gut would let her.

But no matter the warnings the doctors gave her, no matter how much her family yelled at her, Jennifer was fat. And hungry. And she gorged at any opportunity she had. Over the years as her appetite increased so did her waistline. Instead of any of the fat going to her breasts, like it did for some lucky girls, Jennifer just got more... well... round. Her teeth grew blunt and her hide thick as it stretched to accommodate meal after meal and the occasional unlucky fur who ended up getting between her and her food.

The change was practically unnoticeable, until her fur started falling off. Jenny remembered standing in the shower, watching her dark grey fur clog up the drain, realising that her body was slowly changing to match her appetite...