As Rachel gorges herself and balloons to nearly inhuman proportions, her clothes snapping under the strain of her massive body, the telephone rings. She sluggishly makes her way over to the wireless set and picks it up.
"Hewwo?" She speaks with a wad of uncooked cookie dough in her mouth before swallowing.
"Didja get the package yet, babe?" It's her boyfriend, Devon.
"Devon? Devon, what package?"
"The chocolates. I had 'em sent specialty to you."
"This is your fault?"
"You betcha. Got a scale handy?"
"No. What the hell did you do this to me for? I'm... I have never seen anybody as fat as I am right now. I can't see my feet, my ass is... God, this is a nightmare."
"Are you kidding? This is the sexiest thing I've ever heard!"
"... what?"
"Look, I'll be right over. With a scale too. Save some of those chocolates for me, and we'll have ourselves one wild romp of a day."
"Tell me you're joking."
"You won't be saying that after we've had fat sex. Apparently, it's WAY better when you're huge."
"So what am I supposed to do until you get here? I'm grossing myself out. I'm covered with food bits and... and I think I'm too big to fit into the shower."
"Just go out back and hose off. You have a fenced-in backyard, right?"
"Well, yeah, but I think I'm taller too. What if someone sees me?"
"Nobody'll seeya. Not until I get there, then I'll have you all to myself. Seeya in a little bit!" And then he hangs up, leaving a bewildered Rachel standing there, holding the phone and trying to comprehend just what happened.