It wasn't until this point that Jen had been able to see the full scale of her new massive and luxorious body. She rose out of the lake, waves flooding the shore as she stood up. She walked over to a nearby hill on which a windmill stood. As she got closer she noticed that the mill stood only to her crotch, making it ten feet high. She sat down with a thud, audible even from her vantige point. She looke over and saw that the mill reached just at her breasts.
Teary eyed she started to lay back and immediatly regreted the decision. With her small head her body was now super sensitive reaching a normal sized brain, her back slammed against the earth, sending jolts of pain and pleasure. She felt her body jiggle for what seemed like centuries. When it had stopped she craned her neck to see the view. There on her chest where two breasts, each the size of a hummer, she raised her hand to touch one, but moved it towards her face, it eclipsed her view. She pointed at her nose and saw that her index finger was a thick as a small tree. She dared not touch her crotch again fearing another massive climax. She then lifted her right leg straight up and saw that the mill only made it halfway up her calf. She was huge, a freak.
It was then that she noticed that her breathing had changed, since the beach when she gained control of this body she had been taking huge, deep breaths, and now she felt like she was breathing normally, then it hit her. The curse, it was forcing changes to her body to make it work for her, almost as if to mock her. Then she felt something else, she was hungery.