"Well, thank you for the timely delivery," Mary says warmly before shutting the door in the face of the bewildered delivery-guy. Mary giggled, wondering what the man was thinking now. He had just delivered a pizza to a woman dressed in a soaked robe with an evident udder. She shrugged and headed to the kitchen to enjoy her dinner.
Placing the carton on the kitchen table, Mary went to the fridge. She pulled out two two liter bottles of soda and a head of lettuce. Humming to herself, she made a used the entire head of lettuce to make a salad. Clutching the bottles and the salad to herself, Mary waddled back to the table. The wet robe was finally getting too much for Mary and she peeled it off before settling down on a chair, her legs slightly apart to accommodate her udder.
She opened the box and inhaled the luscious aroma of pizza. She giggled, looking at the meal before her. Bottles of soda, a large salad and a whole pizza. "I don't know if I can each all of this. I'm such a pig!" Mary said. She laughed and reached over to the box of vials. Mary found the right one, and dumped a quarter of it into one of the soda bottles.
Getting your udder milked was thirsty work! Mary took the spiked bottle and started to chug it down. At first it was a little hard to swallow so much, but the liquid from the vial did it's work. Her face elongated slightly into a thick muzzle to better hold a larger mouth. Mary's nose became upturned and her nostrils flared. Now, with each gulp, Mary was grunting. Finishing up the soda, Mary felt herself fatten up all over and a small curly tail poke out behind her now ample buttocks.
Satisfied at her change into a pig girl with an udder, Mary attacked the food in front of her. Snorting and grunting. It was finished quickly and Mary leaned back in the chair, letting out a loud belch.
Mary was full and feeling wonderful. Her fat belly fell and rose with each breath. For once, she didn't have to worry about what she ate. So what if the food went straight to her hips? It felt good.
Heaving with effort, Mary rose out of the chair which was now pressing into her rolls of fat uncomfortably and waddled-shuffled over to her sofa where she plopped down with a sigh. She lay there, enjoying her form and her dinner. Her thoughts had begun to turn back to Rob. It was very rude of him to leave like that. She was going to have to do something about him. Tonight.