A Visitor's Special Post-Christmas Gift (Preview) (Patreon)

A preview for an upcoming Christmas commission, acting as a sequel to a story from last year! Enjoy!

She took another sip and placed the mug down. She stretched her arms, pushing out her chest. Back to work. The latest comic of Sylvia Skunk wasn't going to finish itself after all!She took her pen and started sketching, going for a little bit before stopping. That should be good… probably. Sylvester pushed her right breast in, squishing down as much as she could with her arm. She needed to actually see what she just drew.Thankfully, it was all good. Sylvia looked as wonderful as ever in her tastefully sensual holiday attire. Even without fully seeing what she was doing, Sylvester’s instincts for drawing her beloved skunk toon was down to a perfect T.Still, that didn't mean she didn't hate the inconvenience or how slow she worked now. Everything was just so gosh darn difficult for her! Her massive breasts just obscured everything in her eyeline. Either she had to draw with instinct like with Sylvia or hold her breasts back with her left arm the entire time. Binding them certainly wasn't all that comfortable either.It was a drag! Her entire situation was a drag to a degree. It all became such a pain earlier that month, on a night not too different from the one currently. She was busy working when a strange prowler broke in. He looked like a knock-off Santa Claus and was called Santo Klaus. One thing led to another and, well, her current state.Sylvester was not originally a full-figure bombshell of a reindeer gal. She was just a normal guy cartoonist before being hit by that magical powder Santo had. Whatever it was exactly, it left her stuck in that cervine state for several weeks now.So many things were a pain. The biggest one that wasn't interfering with her work was her clothing. Nothing fitted properly anymore! Her curves were too wide and protruding, stretching everything out and being far too squeezing.The only thing that did fit was that sexy Christmas outfit that the clothing she wore at the time got transformed into. It was at least nice for lounging around the house in or working in her home studio, like she was right then.It was honestly a shame. Sylvester did like her form to a degree. She got so much pleasant attention and admiration when she went. Her body felt so cozy and warm, easy to relax and sleep in. If possible, she wished she had an on and off switch for this look.As it were, being stuck in one form only, it was a drag.Sylvester sighed and got back to work, holding her breasts back with her left hand. She needed to focus on drawing the other parts of her comic now, which did need her to actually see what she was doing. When she wanted to give her chest a break, she’d go back to drawing Sylvia.She went on drawing like that for a while, mind intently focused on what she was doing. The rest of the world seemed to fade out in her concentration.At least, until she heard something. Above her, there was a strange rumbling, like someone walking on her roof. She looked up. The sound vanished… and was replaced by some shaking and creaks downstairs. She darted her head towards the exit, listening closely.That noise, the weather… all of this was uncomfortably familiar. Too familiar.