“Lauren,” she heard another head speak calmly in her ear, “it’s going to be alright. We’re very much in the same boat as you in terms of not quite knowing what’s going on, but you needn’t lose your head over it. Or, well, heads plural.”
“I... I...,” Lauren whimpered, “I’m sorry, I’m just a bit overwhelmed. I mean, look at me!”
“Oh I’m looking at me,” the other head grinned lustfully, “I’m looking at every sexy inch of me.”
Lauren whimpered again and looked at herself forlornly. Her naked body was coated with layers of blubber and draped in navy blue and white fur. Her red hair had gotten longer and thicker and was no longer tied in a ponytail. She had three heads! That’s when she heard an angry rumbling in her portly stomach. She’d probably not even had breakfast a little while ago, but now it felt like she was starving.
With the swiftness of Hermès she bolted for the kitchen and started cooking herself a buffet lunch out of everything she could find. Chicken strips, Mac N Cheese, frozen pizza, bagged salad, and as many sandwiches as possible were prepared over the course of an hour. The second she finished cooking she dove into her buffet with all three heads, snapping and swallowing and gulping like a rabid dog. Not only did her new overweight body require more food to maintain its girth, the two additional heads needed to be satisfied as well. She ate and ate until not a single crumb was left on the table, and her fat belly was stuffed to the edge. All three heads were panting from exhaustion.
“Alright,” the left shoulder head said after a time, “Allow me to review what just happened to me. I was struck by lightning and woke up turned into a giant, obese dog woman with three heads and... admittedly my 500 pounds of fat seems to settle on my body in such a way as to make my proportions erotic. A dog with three heads... I must say I resemble the classical guard of the Greek underworld Cerberus, whom was the archetypical three headed dog.”
“So I’m a fat fetish Cerberus furry woman?” the right shoulder head summed up, “Can’t say I dislike this sexy bod. Kinda horny...”
“Well I feel like I’m the one in charge of this body,” Lauren’s middle head said, “so you two are more-so representations of my Id and Ego. Left for the rational and analytical Ego, and right for the abstract and impulsive Id. I will also admit, yes... I feel a little bit horny. L-let’s take care of myself before we clean up and find something to wear so that we’re not naked, alright girls?”
“I would rather I don’t use the ‘royal we’ when referring to myself,” Ego Lauren said, “Just because I have three heads doesn’t mean each head is a different person.”
“Says you, Ego,” Id Lauren scoffed, “It makes it less confusing to treat each head as her own bitch, y’know? Now c’mon, Lauren! We’re horny, remember?”