Jennifer awoke the next morning in her room. Strange, wasn't she in the kitchen when she blacked out? Her mind was a bit dizzy at first, as though she had arisen from a coma. Her vision was blurry, with her face pointed directly at the ceiling. Odd, she'd always remembered that she was a side-sleeper. Nevertheless, she attempted to sit up in her bed, finding the act of which to be a tremendous struggle that left her rather sweaty. As her mind's functions began to snap back into place, she began to feel extremely aware of what was going on.
She looked down at her naked body, which appeared to be pushing 400 lbs. as opposed to her formerly lithe-yet-curvy figure. Her massive, flabby gut sat on top of her lap, her legs were thick and dotted lightly with cellulite, her breasts had ballooned to egregious size with areola the size of teacup plates, and she could feel her ass had become overinflated. Her skin was slick and glistening with sweat, which beaded and dripped from her every pore like crazy.
Jen had to get to her mirror. Hopefully her face had remained as dead sexy as normal? She managed to get off her bed and onto her feet, and waddled as quickly as she could to the full length mirror that made up her closet door. She barely registered that the edges of the reflective surface were grimy as she examined herself in greater detail. Sure enough, some of her face seemed more or less the same. Same big, blue, gorgeous eyes... same button nose... same creamy, sexy lips... it's just a shame these features had to belong to such a fat head, with two chins, plump cheeks, and ratty, waist length blonde hair. She also noted that the area around her mouth was coated in a thin layer of grease and crumbs, which she wiped away with her forearm. She looked the rest of herself over, drinking in the perverse body she now inhabited. Her fat belly hung just above her knees, her plush hips and butt were doublewide and melted into her thick thighs, and her arms and hands had become fat and flabby. Her breasts were thankfully still rather perky and bubbly, but that didn't stop them from trying to sag down to her belly button.
She... she looked like a slob.
The moment that thought entered her mind, Jen felt something within her click, almost as if a second set of memories were making themselves available to her. She felt as if this wonderfully slovenly body had belonged to her all along, while at the same time couldn't believe that this perverse, disheveled form was her body. She was aroused and disgusted at the same time!
Nevertheless, she felt that she had to get dressed before she went to do anything else, and opened up her closet. A wave of stale miasma billowed out from the door, washing over her and filling her nostrils. On the one hand, this scent was comforting and familiar. On the other, it was enough to make her puke. Inside the walk-in closet were piles of grimy clothes, somehow organized by garment type. She first put on a sweat stained sports bra that only just managed to contain her boob flesh. Sizable cleavage formed as she found a good top in one of the piles. She pulled a formerly white tank top on, finding it riddled with stains and old crusty boogers, and too short to reach past her ribs, leaving her belly exposed.. Next, she pulled an appropriately large pair of dry, urine caked panties on, finding them surprisingly thick and comfortable. She found a tattered magenta skirt and put it on, finding it only reached a quarter of the way down her thighs and left her panties laden ass exposed. She then put on two baggy white knee socks at random from her pile of socks, and slipped into a pair of well-worn red high tops with the laces already done. Satisfied with her, admittedly filthy, attire the teenaged slob exited her closet.
It'd just occurred to Jen that her room was an absolute mess. Sure her normal knick-knacks and such were arranged neatly on her shelves, but her floor was coated in a heavy layer of trash and grime. Crushed soda cans, discarded tissues, empty chip bags, scraps of cloth, and old chicken bones among other things lay strewn about her room. Her bed had a noticeable... her shaped dent in it, and found that the sheets were also caked with old urine and god knows what else. She noted her computer at the other end of the room had stacks of empty energy drink cans stacked behind the monitor, and a half eaten bag of cheese puffs by the keyboard. A strange odor of urine, vomit, flatulence, and other such things permeated the area.
To call her room a pigsty wouldn't have been far from the mark.
Suddenly, Jen felt a pressure build up within her bowels, and a long, loud, dry, and smelly fart escaped her enormous ass. She was speechless.