A few days later

Cynder was staring at herself in the mirror. Only, she wished it wasn't her she was staring at. The ones graceful and powerful warrior she had been only a few days ago had been replaced by a fat dragoness.

Her face had grown considerably round and soft, reducing her ones sharp and intimidating facial features to something more kinder and cute.

She turned sideways and studied her potbelly that curved and reached towards the ground, the two black hills of blubber that was her ass, her thunder thighs, and her much thicker limbs which her braclets fit better around now.

"Holy ancestors!" Cynder thought," I'm turning into a pig!"