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Monster Musume Expansion Special

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Miia was the first one to enter the kitchen at that particular moment. Upon doing so, she was surprised to discover that a plate of confectioneries had been left sitting on the counter. Those hadn't been there when she first left the house earlier the same day.

As the Lamia slithered in closer to inspect it, she saw that each plate not only had a specific dessert on it, but they also had a specific name attached to the plate as well. Each slip depicted a different name of the person intended to eat each sweet. For Miia, her plate had on it a plump-looking éclair bulging with cream and topped in chocolate icing. She wasted no time in getting around to eating it. Though her sense of taste might not have been comparable to a human's, she could certainly enjoy the pastry for what it was. Her long tongue happily licked away the cream that had managed to latch itself onto the corners of her lips and on her cheeks. After all of her moving about today and everything else she had to put up with, it certainly did her some good to indulge in decadence on occasion.

Even though there was no indication of such present, Miia was already in firm belief that it had been her Darling whom had prepared the éclair for her. Miia belched quietly into her fist as she sauntered her way into the living room to watch television. Being apparently the only one inside of the house, she felt a hint of loneliness, but yet also somewhat refreshed. It could be quite taxing on one's mind and emotions to deal with so many rowdy housemates a lot of the time. The only one she genuinely missed right now was, of course, her Darling.

Miia was slightly hopeful that she would find something entertaining on the television. Slightly hopeful, but not much more than that.

After flipping through several channels, the Lamia eventually settled on some trashy reality show to help pass the time. Little did she realize that her transformation had already begun. Her yellow tee rode up as her stomach began to extend outwards. Miia reacted to feeling a brush of air on her bare stomach by tugging on her shirt, hoping to force it back down. However, when her fingers accidentally grazed her growing pot-belly, the serpent woman's blood could not have run any colder than it already was. She tried to convince herself that this was a trick of the mind, a simple mistake. Yet when she cast her eyes downward, the truth could not have been more apparent. In a matter of seconds, her stomach had already billowed over her 'lap'. It reached past her skirt and started rolling across her cold, smooth scales.

"This...this isn't right..." Miia was so stunned by her transformation that she could barely even formulate thoughts anymore. "This isn't right...it isn't..."

The sleeves of Miia's tee were torn wide open by a set of forearms as large and dense as honey-smoked hams, not to mention containing just as much meat inside them too. Miia finally lost it and she screamed out loud. She would have screamed a second time but she stopped to notice that her voice had changed. A thickening roll of fat on her neck had caused an alteration, a deepening, of her voice. Her face became plumper, sporting pudgy cheeks and a double-chin that was persistent regardless of how she adjusted her facial expression. Her breasts, the largest part of her body that wasn't coated in scales, made her shirt stretch and stretch and STREEEEEEEETCH...until it was literally torn in half, reducing her cute yellow shirt into nothing but useless scraps clinging to sweaty breasts too big to function with. Her breasts sagged downwards until they reached her stomach, which was still on the way of growing too. Miia's gut was already quite big; her breasts rolled over either side of its grand slope. Miia whimpered. It seemed her tummy could soon split into multiple rolls if the pounds continued to pile on as they did.

Miia squeezed her chubby tummy between her fingers and found it to be all too real. "Oh! Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no! What is this? What's happening to me? D-Darling! I need your help! Darling!"

However, no matter how much she called for him, her Darling would not appear. He was still out about town, being dragged along by an excitable Mero. It took Miia a great deal of strength to lift herself off of the couch, more so than it ever had before. Her pudgy arms swung side to side as she moved, very slowly, out of the living room and into the nearest corridor. She could tell that her speed had begun to decrease dramatically. Her tail was getting fatter too. Looking less like the sleek, slender, oh-so-adorable snake tail she'd been quite proud of, it'd gotten as swollen as the rest of her; it looked like a twenty-three-foot-long pink sausage. She was moving at a speed that could be considered the serpentine equivalent of a painfully slow waddle. Miia huffed and puffed. Breath refused to come to her. She was so out of shape and she could barely fill her lungs at all. Her back-fat had already taken the form of an avalanche of rolls. Her belly kept getting heavier and heavier, nearly reaching down to the floor by this point. Her tail could not even so much as sway anymore. In less than a few minutes' time, she had gained over 300 pounds and then some. She felt hot, she felt soft, she felt like she was trapped inside her own body. She wanted to sleep.

Suddenly, as if the weight gain had been just taking its time up until this point, it all came hitting her at once. Miia shrieked as her stomach suddenly surged at its fastest amount yet. Her belly went slamming down onto the floor almost too fast for her to handle. Miia wailed as gravity continued to fail her. Her arms got so large that she could hardly move them anymore. They waved uselessly in circles. She began to teeter forward, rapidly shortening the distance between her and the floor. Her face became smothered in her own cleavage at the instant she crashed. They'd always been big, but she never imagined that they could end up twice, maybe three times, as big as her own head one day. Miia sighed out from between a pair of chubby jowls. She was thoroughly drenched in her own sweat. Her stomach gurgled. Another growth spurt would surely hit her soon.

"Ah...ah...huff...I...huff...I...I need help...huff...huff...huff...p-please...anyone...someone...Darling...ah...ooh..."

Miia stopped calling out for him soon after. Honestly, if her Darling saw her like this right now, it would probably shatter her emotionally. Closing her eyes and taking another deep breath, Miia let her tiredness begin to weigh her eyelids down. She didn't want to do anything anymore. As her stomach spread outwards from below her, going in just about every direction, more pounds added onto Miia's frame. She did not notice the certain monster woman who stealthily approached her from behind.


"Oh? What's this?"

Papi was the next one to enter the kitchen. She found her dessert sitting there with her name on the platter, just waiting to be eaten. Her assigned treat was, in this particular case, a tiny chocolate souffle in a cup. Papi squealed with excitement as she picked up the cup with her wings. She clutched it in one wing while using the provided spoon to eat the souffle with. Like what had happened with Miia, the young Harpy woman believed that it was Kimihito, or Boss as she affectionately referred to him, who had been responsible for baking the pastry for her.

"Mmm! It's so good! It's so yummy! Papi needs to thank Boss for making it later today! This, um, what was it called again? Ah, a sou...sou...a souflaffle!"

However, after she had finished eating, Papi began to feel a tad strange. It had been so tasty at first, but now that it was sitting in the pit of her stomach, Papi discovered that the souffle was not agreeing with her very much. She groaned out loud. Wrapping one wing around her torso, Papi hurried over into the other room and hurled herself onto the couch. Papi squeezed her eyes shut to try and take a nap; sometimes, if she overate or felt poorly in general, she found that sleeping it off tended to fix things more often than not. Sadly, she couldn't achieve anything close to slumber like this. The pain prevailed and, if anything, the discomfort only became worse with each passing second. It was only a few seconds later that her attention was captured by a strange sound from behind her, like pants splitting wide open. Papi, who had been lying on her stomach, looked over her shoulder and saw that that was exactly what happened. Her buttocks had begun to swell larger and larger. They were rising upwards, like two spheres of fleshy dough baking in an oven.

"Wow! When did this happen? Did Papi...always have...a butt this big?"

Papi reached over and touched her backside with the tip of her azure-feathered wing. They certainly felt real enough. Another ripping sound signified the splitting o her shorts straight down the middle. Her ass had made short work of them. Not long after they were swallowing up her shorts' remains like a meal. Papi bit down on her lower lip and winced. It was kind of a turn-on in ways she hadn't expected. Squeezing her eyes shut, Papi breathed in and then she breathed out. She didn't quite know why her butt had suddenly decided to start inflating like this, but at least it didn't feel all that bad. There was no signs of stretched marks on her tender butt-flesh. She started to stroke her backside with her feathers, the skin bending and rippling to every touch. She got hot and she got bothered too. She wasn't used to this sort of thing. It was...not something she felt as panicked over as she probably should have.

"Ahh...huh? W-Wait, what?"

Papi yipped when she felt a surge of unanticipated growth come bubbling up from below her too. Her shirt pinched against her sides, and then, it was torn apart by a set of flourishing, pale mounds. A pair of breasts emerged from her chest that were in stark contrast to what was originally a washboard-flat chest. She looked as if she had suddenly jumped nearly a dozen years ahead in age with her breast size alone. In reality she was as old as any of the other monster girls in the house, but she didn't quite appear so until just now. Papi had to rest her chin atop her own cleavage because she no longer had any choice. Her breasts continued to lift her up as they delved deeper into the couch cushions. They grew just as her butt did; it was in similar vein as to someone pumping them full of gas and forgetting to turn off the faucet. What had started off as infatuation quickly warped into pure terror; she questioned over whether or not her expansion would ever cease.

"Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Papi thought...that her butt was big enough...b-but now her boobies too! Ah! No! It's too much!"

Though it was last, the next burst of growth was truly the beginning. Papi's belly started expanding to keep up with both her top and bottom. Papi could feel the veritable storm raging within her torso. It was as if something huge was trying to break out, but it was only her stomach's inner-walls that managed to hold it in. Sadly this was no egg that was waiting to be laid. If it had been, it'd have been easier to rid herself of this intense discomfort. Her stomach's growth sped up when Papi's breasts and buttocks showed signs of slowing. Once her belly had reached a certain size, another oddity took place. Papi felt the couch leave her behind as gravity chose, quite spontaneously, to forgo her. This wasn't an act she made by her own volition. The harpy's body filled not with fat but rather air, or possibly gas. By the time she had floated a few feet and could not reach the floor, the young woman seriously began to panic.

"P-Papi does not like this! Papi doesn't want to fly! She is not even flapping her wings! B-Boss! Help me, Boss! Help -mmph!"

Papi tried crying for help, but opening her mouth proved to be a terrible decision. Her cheeks instantly puffed up, as did her lips, to prevent her from uttering another word. Her belly-button popped out from an innie to an outie. Her clothes were nothing else but flimsy scraps. Papi tried flapping her wings. Her once-trusty set of feathered forelimbs 'helped' by drifting her even closer to the living room ceiling.

Papi grew so large that she became a sphere from every side. Her wings, her legs, even her head sank rather far inside of her stretched flesh. She'd become more stomach than she was woman. Like some sort of tiny blue-haired parade float, poor Papi hovered quietly in place, unable to do anything to help herself. She was still conscious, but she could feel that consciousness gradually slipping away from her. Papi sighed and shut her eyes. Nothing could have helped her more than a nap right now.

After another minute to allow the expansion to finish, a solitary figure wandered into the living room to collect her.


Suu was the third one to enter the kitchen, and just like the previous two women, she was completely unaware of what was about to happen. The two inflated monster girls had been disposed of, even the shredded clothing they'd left behind long since thrown away. Suu noticed the sweets sitting on the table and she also noticed that one of the sweets was designated for her personal consumption. As she inched ever closer, her hunger began to increase tenfold. She was capable of breaking down both solids and liquids with her slimy insides, so she could eat whatever it was that was being offered to her. Suu reshaped her hand so that it would have So, when she scooped up some of the pumpkin cookies off of the plate with her name, she absorbed them into her essence. Within seconds they were quickly broken down into the smallest of minerals and became part of her very essence. Suu licked her lips, the pseudopod on the top of her head popping into the shape of an 'O' to express her appreciation for the cookies.

"Ah, super yummy! Suu wonders if there is more?"

Suu glanced at the other treats still waiting to be eaten. A cream-puff, a milkshake, even a brownie with chocolate chips inside. She didn't think that anyone would particularly miss them if they never knew they were there in the first place. However, before she conduct any sort of foul play, Suu noticed something very odd had begun to happen.

"Oh?"

Suu's hand had started to change color. The light-blue 'skin' of her rubbery limb had begun to turn a dark shade of orange instead. The coloration continued to travel along the length of her arm until it reached her shoulder. From there, it spread even further, like some sort of horrendous and fast-moving rash.

"Oh...oh my..."

At first, Suu was quite concerned, but then she began to laugh. She didn't know how to explain it; there was something tickling her from inside, as if a thousand feathers were rubbing up against her body's inner-walls. Meanwhile, she kept changing. Suu's entire body, except for her tentacle hair, looked as if it had been freshly dipped into a full can of orange paint. Her hair on the other hand began to turn darker until it was almost brown or even black in color. Suu's eyes looked like a pair of blood-red rubies in replace of their original color too. When the laughter finally died down, Suu touched the side of her cheek. She felt...puffy, all of the sudden. Her tummy felt no less worse. Those pumpkin cookies were clearly refusing to agree with her.

"Ah...ooh...ugh...S-Suu doesn't feel well...feels sort of icky on the inside...ah..."

Suu could taste something sweet in her mouth. It tasted just like the pumpkin cookies. It made the slime woman take pause. Normally, her slime was capable of absorbing liquids relatively easily, so even a thin and sticky juice like in her throat like this should have already disappeared. However, what she didn't realize was that the juice was developing faster than her body could handle to absorb. When Suu swallowed the pumpkin juice, it proceeded to build up inside of her stomach cavity, causing the slime woman's abdomen to distend itself outward. The membrane of skin around her stomach became a darker shade of orange too. Suu groaned, biting down hard on her lower lip. She had no proper control over her body's shape anymore; it kept growing rounder and swelling to take up more space. Her belly knocked against the table and it sent her flailing helplessly backwards. Poor Suu fell onto her back, but it was accentuated all the worse when she discovered that she'd already grown too heavy to stand up again. Another minute of slow, agonizing growth suddenly spearheaded into an expansion so expeditious that it took the slime girl by surprise. Her stomach shot up high in front of her. Suu's attempts at screaming for help were cut short by a sputtering of pumpkin juice. She inflated like a ball, her whole body literally becoming as spherical as one too. It was similar in appearance to Papi's growth, but unlike what had happened to the harpy girl, Suu was not growing with any kind of helium or air inside her. She was simply turning into a round, pumpkin-shaped blob. Literally, she resembled the world's largest pumpkin. Her neck and her shoulders had been absorbed into her enlarging form. Her arms and legs were well on their way to being the same.

"Ah...feels...weird...feels good...ooh...yes..." Suu could barely speak. Her face was so puffy that her lips were stuck in a permanent pucker. A tiny trail of pumpkin juice trickled out of the corner of her lip.

Poor, helpless Suu felt like she was about to burst and yet, at the same time, she also felt like her body could still hold strong. There was no way to accurately describe the painful euphoria, this bizarre mixture of contrasting sensations. It was good, it was bad, it was good, it was bad. She couldn't decide which was more prominent. Suu's eyes rolled back into her head. More pumpkin juice spilled from her mouth, a waterfall of orange liquid. When it came to her upper-limbs, only her useless little fingers remained visible. She was no longer a young slime woman, but an enormous pumpkin covered with a jelly-like film. If her growth kept going any further, Suu's head might have sunk into her own body too, truly transforming her into the massive squash plant she so accurately resembled.

"Oooooh...pump...kin...so...so good..." Suu moaned out loud before her jowls swelled again and locked her mouth shut completely.

Suu was too caught up with herself at the time to notice the presence of a certain other monster girl behind her.


Centorea Shiranus, or Cerea, scrunched up her nose in great disdain when she first stepped into the kitchen. The centaur's tail whipped back and forth thoughtfully as she inspected her surroundings for several moments. She smelled something that was by all accounts rather pleasant, like a mixture of cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves. She recognized the scent rather well. Mostly anyone would. It was a familiar smell, especially during the season of Autumn. Cerea ignored the cream puff sitting on the table, which awaited her consumption on a plate right next to a little sign baring her name. Cerea followed the scent out of the kitchen and into the next corridor.

'Pumpkins? Where is the smell coming from?' Her long ears twitched. She lowered a hand near the hilt of the practice blade she had been carrying. The centaur woman had only just finished practicing her daily one hundred swings.

Whatever was its source, the pumpkin smell did not falter as Cerea cautiously traveled down the hallway. If anything, it grew more and more intense. Cerea glanced down and saw what appeared to be stains in the carpeting. She could smell the pumpkin wafting up from them too. Someone must have been spilling a lot of pumpkin juice around her...or maybe it was something else entirely. A sudden shuffling from behind her warned Cerea that she was not alone.

"I can't believe you! You didn't even take a bite of the cream puff, did you? For shame, Cerea! Wasting food like that!"

Cerea began to turn around in response to the familiar voice, but her arms were suddenly restrained to her sides by two shots of ultra-powerful webbing. Cerea cried out. Even when she had four legs to stand on, there was still easily a chance for her to be knocked off of her feet by a sudden attack. As Cerea started to fall, another batch of webbing grabbed hold of her by the arm and pulled her in closer to Rachnera, who stared down at her with complete condescension in all six of her crimson-red eyes. Cerea scowled.

"You! What do you think you're doing, attacking me like this? Let me go...right...now!"

"You're hardly going anywhere until you learn to be a bit more mindful of when others go through the trouble of preparing baked goods for you!"

"You were the one who made those things?" Cerea raised an eyebrow. "It wasn't Master?"

Rachnera scoffed at the very thought. "Pssh! Please! As if he'd even have the time! This was just my newest little trap to have some fun with you all...and I didn't even have to use up a single ounce of my silk, until now that is, but that's only because you decided that you didn't want to play by the rules."

"What are you scheming? And what do you mean by all of that? Did you do something to the others?"

Rachnera sneered. She didn't say anything right away. Instead, she tied up Cerea's arms even more and, using a string of the silk like a rope, forced the centaur to walk along with her through the hallway. Cerea continued to bark in demand for more answers, she would have even kicked at the arachnid woman if she could have, but Rachnera refused to spill so much as a single secret just yet. They turned the corner at the hallway's end and headed out the door and into the backyard. Cerea quickly discovered what it was that Rachnera wanted to show her.

Miia had been turned into a bloated ball of flesh with a useless, chubby tail sticking out from behind her. Papi was as large as a parade float, having to be tethered to a tree with some of Rachnera's silk lest she float away and vanish into the stratosphere. Suu was essentially a giant slimy pumpkin. The latter of the three girls must have been the source of the scent from earlier, Cerea realized. Still, learning the cause did little to pacify her fears at that moment.

"What did you do to them, you fiend?"

"What was it that I did again?" Rachnera feigned a lack of memory as she touched a sharp finger to her chin. "I may have 'borrowed' a few chemicals off of the hands of the MON Squad after they raided some illegal drug-making compound. I don't entirely recall, but I do know that they didn't exactly give me permission to take the stuff. Nonetheless, when it was in my possession and found out what they could do, I thought to myself and reasoned why not try them on my adorable little housemates? Wouldn't that be interesting for an experiment or two...or three...or maybe four?"

"You were going to do the same thing to ME too? Why? Just why?"

"Well, aside from getting a kick out of making you all into a bunch of inflated balls to push around, I thought that, if anything, it would certainly make winning over the heart of Honey a far easier task! I mean, who would he conceivably choose? The normal-looking and beautiful me or some fat slags and balloons with boobs?"

Cerea stomped her hooves into the dirt. "You truly are a monster!"

"Try and tell me something that I haven't heard already. Might as well do so before you lose the chance to speak again."

Rachnera produced the cream puff from behind her. All of the blood immediately drained from Cerea's face, as if a faucet had been turned all the way. Her ears drooped for good measure.

"I grabbed the cream puff from the kitchen on the way to catching you. So it's time for you to scarf it down, you COW!"

Rachnera thrust the cream puff into Cerea's mouth and literally pushed it down into the centaur's throat. Cerea sputtered and choked, but soon enough, she had the cream puff sliding down her esophagus and into her stomach's cavity. She could taste the cream still on her lips, so sweet like biting into cotton candy or a melted marshmallow. If she had eaten the cream puff in a less dire circumstance, Cerea would have likely enjoyed it. Unfortunately, her own transformation took place without much further fanfare. Her equine ears started to grow thicker, floppier, with the fur on them turning from brown to white. Black spots appeared to scatter themselves across her whitening outer-ears. The same trend of white fur with black spots on her lower horse half as well.

Cerea, understandably, was in a great tizzy about it. "What did you do to me? What was in that cream puff? You better think about what you're do...do...mo...moo...MOOOOO! Ah! Oh no! Don't tell me this is what I think it is!"

Rachnera laughed so hard that she had to slap her knee, proclaiming in between gasps of breath, "Oh, wow! it's already working so fast! You're going to make the most perfect and adorable little cow!"

"You really are turning me into a cooooooow?" Cerea nibbled on her lower lip as a hot blush spread like wildfire across her face; she didn't purposely intend to drag out the 'o' in the last word.

"Your tits were already so big, I'm pretty sure everyone thought that you were probably part-cow to begin with."

"How dare youuuuuuuuu...!"

Cerea squealed. She could feel her backside expanding and becoming broader in shape. Just like her ears, her tail changed to better fit her new appearance. It grew longer and much thinner, the hair shrinking down to just the very tip of the tail. It looked more like a proper cow's tail, Rachnera thought pleasantly to herself as she grabbed hold of it and gave it a tug. Cerea winced, but she dared not open her mouth to shout. If she did, there was a good chance that she would release another 'moo', which was something she could not stand to have happen again. Rachnera spent a moment to examine the centaur's backside, more confused than anything.

"Oh, where are the udders?" Rachnera had thought it would start growing out from underneath the centaur woman.

Suddenly, a loud pop signified the forced removal of one of the buttons on Cerea's top. What were already breasts to match with the best of them, Cerea did not wish to see them become even larger, and yet apparently instead of an udder she was going to be graced with an even more substantial chest. She didn't know whether to be relieved or frustrated over this turn of events. Rachnera scampered back around to Cerea's front so she could watch the breasts grow in real time. Her breasts rapidly swelled and they jiggled in time to her haggard breathing. They forced the fabric of the thin shirt to creak. Another button popped off, and then yet another. Soon, her chest would be fully exposed. Rachnera couldn't wait for that. Once it happened, she would most happily laugh right into the centaur's face.

"Whoa! What the hell is this?"

Rachnera blanched. Cerea mooed in relief. The arachnid woman very slowly turned her head toward the door leading back into the house. Kimihito, Mero and Ms. Smith stared back at her.

"Hello, Honey. Y-You're home early, aren't you?"

Kimihito's expression darkened to the point that Rachnera almost could no longer recognize him anymore.

"Rachnera..."

"Honey?"

"What did you do to them?"

"Whatever makes you think that I am the one responsible for what has happened here? i only wanted to help them, you must understand!"

Cerea's breasts were bigger than a medicine ball each and their growth seemed likely to continue even further. "Moooooo."

"Be quiet, you damn bovine!"

Kimihito removed his cellphone from his side-pocket. Rachnera felt her heart skip over a beat when she saw it, but she did not initially understand why.

"Er, what are you doing there, Honey?"

"Do you want me to give a call to your previous foster families, Rachnera? See if they'd be willing to take you back at all?" Kimihito lied. He didn't have either of their numbers. He felt a little guilty using such an admittedly cruel tactic to force Rachnera to admit her wrongdoing, but the only way to push her into learning a lesson was by doing something really big. He'd apologize to her later if he felt it was necessary, but ONLY once things were fixed with the other girls.

The threat worked all too well. Rachnera placed herself into a bowing stance on all eight of her knees. "I'm very sorry. Please forgive me. I will take full responsibility for this."

Kimihito breathed out loud. He was relieved things had been defused easily, but getting Rachnera to confess was only the first step. Miia was a blob. Papi was a blimp. Suu was a pumpkin. Cerea was in the process of becoming some kind of cow-centaur, if that made any sense at all. The young man took a glance over at Ms. Smith with hope for some advice, but she was already gone. Apparently he had to deal with this on his own for the time being. Rachnera whimpered as she quietly crawled, on hands and knees, to be by his side. She continued to stammer out a string of apologies under her breath, even as she buried her face into his shin.

While it was sometimes the sort of pain that made a creak in the neck feel heavenly, living in a household full of monster girls was never boring at the very least.

Posting a little bit before Halloween, hopefully you all can enjoy this story. It's not exactly a scary story (unless you have an expansion or monster girl phobia), but it's about monsters, so it should be a little fitting. I am not really someone who writes much other kinds of expansion outside of wg, so I wanted to try this out at least this one time, and I knew people had enjoyed that Monster Musume fic I had done a while ago, so I also wished to attempt writing about it one more time. Please let me know what you think of it! I tried to be a bit more varied this time around.

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I have an idea in case you write another monmusu story: Monster Musume: a zombie tale. synopsis: The young and cheerful Yuuhi Hajime has been excellent after the help provided by Lala, however she does not know how to declare her love for her female best friend with black hair. At the Kunansuki house, Ren signs up for the show on her own without notifying her parents, arriving three weeks later a cheerful green-skinned zombie named Asia who will declare her feelings for the youn Ren on a full moon night.

Other yuri couples whould could be done, if you have time, are:

Hajime Yuuhi (the friendly hime-cut zombie girl) with the unknow black hair girl: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/dailylifewithamonstergirl/images/d/dd/Yuhi3.png/revision/latest?cb=20151124230606

And

Ren kunanzuki ( https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/dailylifewithamonstergirl/images/7/72/Sample-b84710e178555775ba09758b5ade9dc1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20170705022220 ) with the green skin zombie Asia (From monster musume online) https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/dailylifewithamonstergirl/images/7/77/0096_Full_A_Cropped.png/revision/latest?cb=20160714075325

PD: Despite being a zombie, Yuuhi does not have a patched skin.