It was only after the other girls had left the rather scummy locker room, did Jennifer have a chance to take in her surroundings. The whole day she had been carried along subconsciously, as if she had actually adapted wholly, mentally, to her surroundings, and her new self.
She takes what would have been an over-sized PE uniform on her older frame, and presses it against her ample breasts. She moves in front of a nearby mirror and examines every inch of her plump figure, kneads rolls of fat between her thumb and forefinger.
Her mind becomes clouded... had she always been such a slob? had she always been swaddled in pound after pound of soft, gelatinous fat?
and then a voice interrupts her thoughts...