"Jenny," a voice called from beyond her bedroom, "Jenny dear, are you dressed? It's breakfast time!" She recognized the voice as her mother's.
"Yes Momma!" Jen replied, "I'm coming!" With that, she exited her room.
Her thoughts turned to making sense of her dual memories. She was transported into this world by Kyle, wasn't she? The curse, she had come to accept, was real indeed, and now she had the power to curse someone else, right? And what about her former body from her former world? Was it dead? In a coma? Running as if nothing had changed? What about the Jennifer native to this world? Were the two of them one and the same now?
Her thoughts were quickly changed as she came into the kitchen, finding it to be just as disheveled as her room, if not more so. She saw this world's equivalent of her mother munching on a maple bacon donut, one of hundreds that sat on the table. If Jen was pushing 400, then her mother had to be past 600 lbs. by this point, her larger body taking a similar shape to her daughter's. Her hair only came to her neck and was brown, but it too was completely filthy. Her nose was a bit longer than her daughter's, and her overall facial structure appeared more mature alongside the flab. She was dressed in a filthy black shirt that cupped under her breasts and extended to her wrists, disheveled red tracksuit pants with a brown stain in the back, and similar high tops to her daughter.
Jen's stomach growled with hunger as she shoved an entire donut into her mouth, savoring the sweet and salty flavors, the yeasty and creamy texture, and swallowed.
"Eat up dear," her mother smiled at her through another fried dough ring. Soon, both slobby women were porking out on the bacon topped pastries. Where they came from was not a concern to Jen at the moment as she scarfed down handfuls of donut-y deliciousness. Soon the table was cleared of food, a minefield of crumbs the only evidence of their existence. Satisfied for the moment, faces covered in leftover frosting and bacon bits, they each released long, deep belches.
"Man, that had to be the best thing I've ever eaten all week," Jen sighed contentedly.
"Are you sure?" her mom asked, "What about that barbecue rib pizza we had- *BUUUURRP* last night?"
"Okay sure," Jen conceded, "The- *BrrUUP!* pizza was great." Lingering recollections of those hundreds of pizzas returned to her, while another memory distinctly remembers having a singular veggie delite pizza. The veggie pizza memory was regular Jen's, while the barbecue pizza memory was slob Jen's. The twin sets of memories were getting easier to distinguish now.
"Alright then Jenny," her mother declared, "We've had breakfast, so now it's time we washed up, hmm?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," Jen said, unsure of what washing up meant for slobs like them. She watched her mother type out something onto a touchscreen mounted on the wall, and a green light shone on the table. In a matter of seconds, several bottles of different types of soda materialized on the table. Another memory clicked in Jen's mind upon seeing them.
"You want to pick one first this time?" her mother asked.
Without hesitation, Jen grabbed a bottle of cola and proceeded to dump the contents over her body, lathering herself as if it were soap. Her mother chuckled as she opened a bottle of root beer and used it to wash herself. Neither of them removed their clothes as they continued to grab random bottles of soda and using them as if they were washing themselves with soap and water, taking special care to only use the clear lemon-lime soda for their hair, and drinking some of the carbonated sweetness in between bottles. They only stopped once all the soda was gone.
"Feels good to- *BUURRRRAAAP!* freshen up after a long sleep," Jen belched, "You would not believe how- *BURRP!* sweaty I was this morning."
Her mother laughed, "Oh please, that just means you're- *BUUUURRRP!* healthy, dear. We need our sweat to protect us from the heat. The soda's just to promote healthy skin and strong- *BUUUURRRRAAAAAP!!!* diaphragms."
"Right..." Jen conceded. Her regular memories wanted to call bullshit on this world's logic, but her slob memories didn't question it.
"C'mon, you're nearly 18 years- *BURP!* old!" Her mother teased, "You should know all this!"
"I do!" Jen retorted, "I was just bragging is all!"
That seemed to elicit a change in her mother's tone. "Oh really young lady? Did you leave a puddle of sweat on the bed this morning?"
"I sure did," Jen boasted.
She was suddenly pulled into a hug from her overexcited mother. "Oh sweetheart! I'm so proud!" her mother exclaimed, "My little piggy's growing up so fast!" She could feel her mother's wet, squishy body pressing against her own, still sticky from the soda. As she was squeezed tighter, a sharp toot escaped her butt cheeks. This caused her mother to release her embrace and chuckle a little.
"I guess it's time for the next part of the routine!" she declared.