As Jen scooped handful after handful of her chocolate crap into her mouth she began to work up a sweat. Oddly she revealed in her body oder, even enjoyed it. How come she couldn't handle the original scent of her fecies?
She let the thought go as her laziness began to effect her mind slightly.it was too much work to think about stuff. Her rate of eating also slowed until it came to a stop. It was to tiresome now
She sat in a slump in the couch as a monsterus wet fart delivered another load of brown sludge into her (now black brown) panties, oozing out the top and legs. Her stomach rumbled loudly with hunger.
She looked to her mother much in the same position but now suckling on her own tit. Whatever she was drinking overflowed out her breast and her mouth then down her body.
"Transform BUUUURTRRRPPP or dare?" Jen burped/asked. Her mother kept to her track recorded of laziness and paid the question no attention [didnt mean to make that rhyme]
Jen found just enough energy to state her terms "for your transform: anyone can choose what you produce. Now I dare you to feed me whenever I want, no matter how tired or lazy you are"
Jen's mother was unresponsive.
A loud rumble signals Jen's hunger "mom! I'm hungry! Come feed me!"