She sat up, slowly going down on all hours as she walked towards the mirror. Gilda turned to her side and stood up on her hind legs as best she can, and watched as her massive belly sank down a bit, gravity working its magic on her new weight.
“How big am I gonna freaking get?!” She asked, herself, her mind reeling as she tried to take in just how massive Gilda had become as she wrapped her arms around her girth.
Nah, she’s part cat. Litter time! XD
As a griffon though? I don’t know.
I heard that a guy tried lucid dreaming that, And he said “It was hard”…
If she’s lucky. Then the head will be the widest part to pass through.
Myths?
Mythological creatures are whack.
Flying Pressing passing Ponies like his mother