A sudden tiredness permeated through my body. I nearly fell over, feeling my new, um, assets jiggling like mad. As I slowly picked myself back up, it became clear that I was not doing anything else that evening. It was a strange, nearly supernatural feeling. I was only just able to crawl down to the kitchen for an early dinner. Thanks to my recent blurry vision, I desperately grasped at whatever I was able to from their surprisingly large pantry. I came up with two bags of chips, two cans of coke, and a tray of cookies.Not the most healthy dinner, but then again, I thought, why is that such a bad thing right now? I staggered to Jess's room and pathetically flopped down upon the bed. I started on the chips, some missing my mouth and landing on Jess's, no my tits. The same thing occurred with the cookies (apparently the swap seemed to bring out an appetite, I though a bit hazily.) until finally, in a desperate thirst, I grabbed one of the cans of coke and tried to just sip it. However, my eyesight blurred yet again and some of the can's contents landed on my shirt and chest again. At that point, a warm feeling began to flow through my body, making it hard to concentrate. I finished both of the cokes, the last of the sweet liquid going down my throat, when I accidentally let loose a loud, deep belch. I had never heard such a thin, young woman let out such a noise. Then, a long, loud fart escaped from Jess's (Goddamit, my) bigger ass. I spent the next five minutes attempting to quiet myself, feeling my dirtied chest and exploring my soft, yielding rear end. After I had quieted down, I passed out, a wet feeling soon spreading from below.