The alarm clock went off, and Jen groaned, her own voice woke her up even more than the alarm did, it's deep baritone still alien to her even though she had heard it for over a month now. The curse had continued alterations to her as the first month had gone by, her body hair had grown slightly higher, tapering off around her original navel, completing the look of her own body belonging to her massive lower half. She stretched, her lower body flexing it's arms in it's own stretch. She looked down, a month had gone by and she still was still a little put off by her new self, her morning wood standing up like a cannon in front of her and her massive chest heaving with each breath.
She sat up, her cock resting straight forward, her body still as heavily muscled, if not a little more so now than the day she changed. She got up and walked through the house, down the stairs and into the kitchen. She opened the cupboard and pulled out several boxes of cereal. Jen's new physiology required her to eat at least four to six pounds of food per day, to keep up her muscle mass, she had gotten used to this, considering it a plus that she could eat as much as she wanted to and now have to work out or worry about fat for a few days. The downside to her new body is that when she did work out she started to gain muscle, she found this out the hard way when after a three hour session she felt compelled to do one day she found she had gained an extra sixty pounds to her muscle mass. She only worked out one day a week, and found that to be for the best, she could maintain the weight of five hundred and eighty, five hundred for her lower body and eight for her upper, more easily.
She looked out her window to see the second victim of the curse, her next door neighbor Chad, unlike Jen, who was left aware of her changes Chad seemed to think he was always like this, which was for the best. The night that Chad had touched Jen she heard him screaming as his mother tore him open to shove her head in his none existent pussy, she could only imagine the horror that he experienced that night, but he seemed to be okay. Jen's member stiffened, "Easy now boy, she couldn't handle you!" Jen said, wincing slightly at the loudness of her new voice. Jen finished eating and sat down on the couch, her lower body grabbed yesterday's mail and handed it to her.
'Thanks." She said and her lower body gave a thumbs up. Jen found herself doing this often, at first she thought it was the remainders of her father left down below, but figured out that her body was now controlled mostly by her but somewhat by her subconscious, acting upon her instincts. Jen browsed through the mail and found a check, it seemed that her condition in this reality was considered a disability, and that she got checks for it in the mail every two weeks, the first time she ventured out, her completely naked body felt really awkward, but she soon found no one saw her any differently, other than calling her Jon Smith, instead of Jennifer.
"Well it looks like you and me are going out. Let's go for a walk." Jen said, and ambled out the door.