It doesn't take any time at all for Rachel to make up her mind. She wads up the piece of paper and tosses it into her mouth, swallowing it with ease.
She pauses, waiting for her body to give her some sign that she's producing the alien enzymes needed to start converting people to her new species.
"C'mon, do something!" she mutters.
No sooner than she had spoke did her body respond, as she felt a slight swelling in her already massive breasts.
"Oh, good, it's worki... Container!" she surges for the pantry in a panicked rush to get a pitcher for the contents of her rapidly growing mammaries.
She finally finds one she judges large enough and holds it with her lower arms while she grabs on to her mammoth slug boobs and squeezes with her upper arms.
"Ohhhhhhh..." Rachel moans as the sweet-smelling fluid jets out of her, easily filling up the pitcher. She's met with a brief moment of panic as she gets near the top, but quick action nets her the second pitcher and she continues to fill with minor spillage.
When it's all said and done, she's filled four pitchers of the stuff, and is quite tired from the exertion.
But she knows she still has work to do, so she glides up the stairs to her mother's room and carefully slips in through the narrow doorframe, a pitcher in hand. Still completely passed out, she notes, probably from drinking too much last night. Good. She won't notice.
She carefully pours a small amount of the stuff on mom's chest, making certain to get approximately the same amount of fluid on her that she spilled on herself.
She quietly makes her exit, and glides over to her own room, waiting for her mother to wake up, shower, and experience the same joy Rachel herself now knew.