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Staying calm was not an easy task for Cynthia.

Her current situation left her unable to stay still; her thoughts wandering from one subject to another. She wasn't specifically stressed, the situation didn't scare her. It simply left her extremely curious about what she had managed to discover the previous day, even though it remained unexplained. She would have plenty of time to find out more about the artifacts found in the excavation site, as well as learn more about the nature of this mysterious shrine.

More generally, thinking was not her greatest concern. She had a strange fascination towards her new body, doing experiments on herself which might somehow uncover more secrets. Granted, these "experiments" were nothing more than a squeeze here or a fondle there, but she could hardly care less about the scientific value, at that moment. This added mass to her body simply made no sense, but she didn't care. She felt it was beautiful.

Standing in front of the mirror of her tiny bathroom, with the light bulb on the ceiling casting a strange yellow light which made her fur look almost sickly, she closed her eyes, and tried to picture her appearance using only her hands. Having fully opened her top and taken it off completely, she let her hands move slowly up her waist, a small smirk passing on her lips when she felt an obstacle earlier than expected. Letting the back of her thumbs slide along the bottom and eventually side of her breasts, she slowly dragged her palms further upward, tracing the curves of her chest, until the dark blue nipples poked between her fingers. Giving herself a gently squeeze, she gently lifted her breasts, opening her eyes as she let go to watch them bounce slightly.

Sighing softly, the snow leopard moved back to her bedroom and looked into her dressers, not worried about the large window which allowed the moonlight to enter, revealing her topless body, as she had a view of the valley instead of the street. She eventually found a large coat that would allow her to leave, relatively unnoticed. That is, with her new growth unnoticed, she would surely let everyone know of her departure. She took it off, and rummaged through her things, sorting what she would need to bring with her. She would be back here soon, after all.

The bathrobe she slipped into didn't do much to hide her chest; it actually showed quite a large amount of the white cleavage, but it was still better than walking around topless. She just didn't feel right doing that. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she let out a soft sigh and grabbed the phone, dialing a number she knew by heart. As the phone rang, Cynthia quickly took a look at the clock. It was 2:30 here, so it wouldn't be too late.

"Hello?"

"Mom! Hi! Listen, something happened here, I need to come over, and I don't think I can stay so I need to call my..."

The quick rambling was quickly interrupted by a soft shush, one that seem rather confused.

"Cyn, calm down! What's going on? One word at a time, dear!"

After waiting a few seconds, Cynthia tried once more to explain the situation to her mother.

"I had a growth spurt, just out of nowhere... I can't stay here right now, I'll be coming back home until it's over, alright? If the team sees me like this, they'll start asking questions, and it's going to be even worse if my bosses learn about it... Think you can have my room be ready by tomorrow?"

"Don't worry, dear, just come home, I'll take care of it. I've been through enough of those to know how to handle them. Stay. Calm."

Cynthia nodded slowly, as if her mother would be allowed to see this.

"Thanks, mom. See you soon, love you."

"Love you too."

Calls were quickly made to the nearest airport, to her crew, and to her superiors. Cynthia would leave for reasons she would just explain as related to "illness", which had some truth to it. If she had to work in these conditions, she would be unable to focus, and this was in the best case scenario. Chances are she would at least let her hands slip upwards, unknowingly getting accustomed to her new body while working. In public, this would lead to awkward stares, at the very least. She didn't even want to think of the worst that could happen, even if she did tend to exaggerate things in her mind.

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The trip home was rather uneventful. In the Himalayas, it was normal for people to wear heavy coats, even for anthros like Cynthia, as even felines are rarely suited for the harsh weather of these mountains. One member of her team shuttled her along to the nearby airport, the language barrier leaving little room for conversation. He knew she was leaving for illness, and her nervous, nearly trembling expression was enough to confirm this. The flight itself was no different. Nobody had asked her any questions other than the mundane ones. She refused any snacks, simply looking out the window and hoping her dream wouldn't reappear.

As large as she had gotten, this coat did a nice job as hiding her curves, but she didn't feel it was enough. She felt she looked rather silly wearing it, especially since she still felt people were giving her strange looks. In reality, people didn't give Cynthia any special attention; everyone just went along on their way. She was too shy to have her chest stared at, even before the sudden growth spurt; she was simply very nervous.

Once she had arrived in Germany, the sun was starting to rise, and her mother was waiting for her there, as expected. Hugs were exchanged, as normal, but Cynthia was careful not to have her chest press into her mother's. Having gone through this experience many times before, however, the close hug could not be avoided, and even through the heavy coat, Cynthia felt her chest get squished in between their bodies, turning her cheeks a very dark blue.

Cynthia's protests of embarrassment didn't seem to bother her mother, as she simply held the hug for about exactly one moment, giving Cynthia's cheek a gentle kiss before letting go.

"It's just a hug, silly! There's nothing wrong or embarrassing about that! Come on! I have your room all ready for you, and I even went to get you some clothes! With any luck, they should fit you without too much trouble! I know I went through a lot myself, at your age, but I think..."

Cynthia had stopped listening to her mother after a while, letting her go on while she started thinking of the future. She had no way to be sure if returning to the excavation would cause this to happen again. Maybe she would grow larger, but maybe not. The statue she had discovered had very large breasts, yes, but there was more. She had large, child-bearing hips, likely suited for that oversized stomach she had.

"...happened this one time, where I was... Cynthia, are you?..."

Cynthia looked up curiously as she heard her name, but her attention was quickly diverted back to her chest. She felt the pressure gradually increase around her torso, despite the loose t-shirt and coat she was wearing.

"I think you are! That's my girl!"