Ada sat behind the beat up counter at the middle of Scruff Audio, a small locally owned music shop that seemed like it was always on the verge of closing. A little rotating fan on the counter fluttered her grey fur while she absentmindedly sorted through a stack of records. She removed one off the top, spun it around and examined it, then put it down on a different stack. Mierda!... This is so boring. Ada sighed and scratched at her neck where her choker sat. It was hot, humid, and not very busy. After combing through a few more records she slumped onto the counter and groaned. Her rather large breasts pressed into the wood and threatened to spill out from the torn up cleavage of her grungy band shirt. I could be doing anything else... If I had anything else to do. A loud growl came from her stomach and she instinctual clutched her midsection Well, there's always lunch. Even though I probably shouldn't. Ada massaged her tummy and grimaced. Her gut protruded from her midsection into a plump and chubby belly with rolls on her sides and a belly button deep enough to bury her finger in. When did i become such a fat vaca? (cow) She couldn't help but think back to last year when she was skinny, before her boyfriend dumped her and she couldn't help but eat everything in sight. Over the last nine months she had ballooned with weight gain. Ada adored how huge her breasts had gotten but the the vastness of her ass and the sheer width of her thighs made her dizzy at the thought. Her growing belly made her feel too many different emotions to register an opinion. Shit, maybe I should skip it? Suddenly the ring of a bell broke her train of thought. It was the front door being opened.