Jennifer's day went on relatively normally after that. She forgot all about the phone call the moment she hung up and managed to get to school on time and properly dressed. She returned home that evening after cheer practice with a bit of an odd feeling in her stomach. She chalked it up to a mild case of indigestion and ignored it. She went home, took a shower, and put on some pajamas. She strangely didn't feel tired at all, but she was slightly hungrier than she usually was.
The sun was just on the verge of setting when a violent gurgle sounded from the pit of her stomach. That gurgle persisted as she watched pound after pound of fatty flesh start to pile onto her petite frame. It happened so fast that it frightened her. Miraculously, it seemed that her pajamas grew several sizes to match her fattening body. Her arms got horrendously flabby, her gut started spilling out from under her shirt, creases and folds started forming all over her body, her butt and thighs swelled out dramatically and dimpled with cellulite, her breasts became flaccid and saggy as they grew fatter, and her neck swelled out and vanished into her growing second chin. Eventually, it stopped, and there she stood, now six hundred pounds of greasy, unwashed flesh, sweating and panting heavily. A long, loud, rancid smelling burp escaped from her throat as her brain started to melt, and a dopey grin crossed her lips. She squatted forward, and released an intensely prolonged, loud, wet, putrid fart. It lasted a solid minute before being interrupted by a long session of filling her underpants with a whole trash can's worth of shit.
Her pants thoroughly soiled, she resolved to set out into the city to feed, and to turn more women into were-slobs just like her. Just so much as one whiff of her prodigious miasma of bodily odors would be enough to convert any woman. For now though, Jen's stomach was empty, and a primal, carnal desire to stuff it full of burgers and fries was overwhelming.