Kayla grabs some cake, hoping to distract from Mara Jane

Kayla's mind raced. She decided she had to do something. She was responsible for this. What could she do? She couldn't undo what had happened. Could she... make a diversion? She quickly went behind the table where the cake was, where Mara Jane had been. Kayla looked at the cake, then Mara Jane, then the cake. She knew what she had to do. Kayla grabbed a handful of cake and shoved it into her mouth. She chewed. It was good, one of the best she had ever made. She swallowed. It was thick, actually a little hard to swallow. She grabbed another handful and shoved in it her mouth. Again, the flavor and texture was phenomenal. A shiver went down her spine as she swallowed. She could feel it already starting.

"Simon." Kayla got the groom's attention. "I'll distract everyone if you want to get Mara Jane somewhere... uh, more private."

"Who're you?" Simon replied. That hurt Kayla.

"Kayla. Just, get her out of here." Kayla responded, her bra already feeling tight. Simon nodded and guided Mara Jane away, leading her off with a morsel. All eyes were on Kayla now. She rubbed her stomach, feeling it bloat rapidly. She stripped her shirt off, then her bra, followed by her pants and underwear. Her body was rapidly softening, her breasts surging in size to eclipse her head, the sudden onset of weight pulling her forward and milk started to stream from her nipples. Her belly pushed her tits apart as it grew, two fleshy rolls making it even harder to keep standing. Her hips flared far out, holding up her new lovehandles and giving her shoulders a run for their money in width. Her thighs pushed her legs apart, making her shuffle in place as they grew, her calves quickly turning to cankles as she plumped. Her face and arms also softened, a roll forming over her elbow and a second chin joining her plumper cheeks.

She thought that would be it, but now her body was on fire. She wanted to eat. She wanted to fuck. Not just have sex, but really fuck. She didn't know what to do. She could feel her own juices running down her fat thighs, quickly joining the milk pooling on the floor. It made her knees tremble. Her handles tentatively touched her belly, she moaned gently, even that felt good.

Kayla looked up at the crowd