Samantha found herself nude with the exception of the shiny red top that covered her huge chest. She was still breathing heavily, tired from the run she had just made. Her mouth was dry, but she was not thirsty. As she squeezed her vaginal muscles, she could felt less and less hungry. She only remembered her current body and needs. The old memories were gone. In one hand she was still tightly holding the slick lycra swim jammer. Finally feeling full, she took a deep breath, and began to walk to the men's side of the dressing room. It was time to look for her next meal.