Mary decides that Rob can wait. After all, she's got the vials, she's got the power, she's got all time in the world, especially since human rules didn't apply to her anymore.
And right now, she's starving. She rushes over to the pantry and tears through whatever she can get into, cereal boxes, cans of Slim-Fast milkshakes, Fritos, dry oatmeal, anything and everything.
And the vial continues working, not making her more piggish, still maintaining that division between pig and woman, but expanding her. Obviously, the vial called for a larger body, but growth could not be fueled with nothing, so she continued eating, almost on instinct alone.
Through the refrigerator and freezer she rummages furiously, noshing away sloppily at carrots, cold steak, mashed potatoes, orange juice, beer, wine, all until the whole thing is nearly empty.
She's huge, she soon realizes. Well over six feet tall, must be more than six hundred pounds, by her guess, filthy all over, almost as messy as her kitchen itself, and totally satisfied. Her udder seems to have melted into her belly again, but she isn't complaining. A lazy, piggish smile spreads across her face as she flicks a lock of hair out of her eyes and waddles up the stairs, heading to the shower.
She's pretty happy like this, can barely remember what she was so upset about before with Rob. Why should she concern herself with petty revenge when all she wants she has?
'All I need now,' she thinks as she turns on the shower and squeezes inside, 'is the perfect man, who'll want to be a pig like me, and a nice private farm out in the country somewhere, somewhere I can wallow in the mud and stuff my face all day long. Yeah, that sounds like the perfect life right about now...'