Imminent back problems

What a way to wake up...

The fox part, she expected. She'd always wanted to be a fox, needed it...but professionally-administered transformations were expensive and not covered by most insurance. So she went the other route, the one that her friend had sworn by. How she knew a girl who became a GORGEOUS Corgi by answering an ad online that was super cheap. How it seemed a little sketchy at first, but she was sooo happy with the results.

So she went for it. Met the weirdo in that dirty motel room, almost got cold feet, but the idea that foxhood was so close, within her grasp...she handed him the wad of bills, and he began the series of injections. The first, a primer; the second, "the good stuff;" the third, a muscle relaxant...then he handed her some pills and a glass of water. As her eyelids got heavy, she heard him mumble "enjoy" followed by the door closing behind him.

She woke up coughing and choking, barely able to breathe, flailing to shove whoever it was sitting on her chest off of her...but there was no one there, just a pair of heavy sacks, sacks filled with...sand? Something thicker, like gelatin? As she stirred fully awake, she realized she could feel them, as if they were a part of her...they WERE a part of her. Two bed-filling jugs, smothering her, burying her in titflesh. She struggled to sit up enough to take stock of things...she could barely see her new foxy legs kicking below the massive things. She couldn't possibly stand...what had he done to her?!

A fist pounding heavily on the door jolted her from her misery. "Checkout's in an hour, lady, but the sooner you get out the better! Move yer tits, we got other guests already booked!"

She looked down at her ruined body, wondering how on earth she'd be able to cope with this, much less even exit the room...