"Sto-o-o-p," Sam bleated, but it was too late. Trish had already been zapped.
Seconds passed in tense silence. Trish set down the remote and grunted as she slowly rose to her feet. Her belly hardly sagged at all, remaining mostly pert and very round.
"I've got another craving," Trish said. Be right back.
Sam whimpered as her friend strode to the kitchen. She had to change Trish back, it was the only way to get out of this scenario. She reached for the remote. Her hoof hands clacked against it uselessly.
She bleated in disgust. There was nothing she could do as long as she was a freakish sheep-girl. She'd have to wait until she had fingers again...which was hopefully soon.
Suddenly, Trish shrieked from the kitchen. Sam bolted upright, gut wobbling, and stumbled on her hooves to find out what had happened. She arrived in the kitchen to see Trish doubled over on her knees, panting.
"Sam...my water broke! Help me!"
"Ho-o-o-ow?" Sam asked.
"Call me an ambulance!"
Sam instinctively reached for the phone, but when she caught sight of her hands she stopped herself. "No-o-o-o fi-i-i-inge-e-ers!"
Trish grunted, then screamed again. "I didn't think it would happen this fast! Grrrraah! They're coming, Sam! They're coming right now!"