She's not alone anymore

Jennifer slept well that night. The accident of the other night was now completely forgotten. She was now lying in her bed, not aware that a white light had suddenly appeared right in front of her. Slowly, the light turned into a silhouette. The latter became more and more detailed, until it had taken the shape of an Asian woman. Her skin was pale, her eyes completely white. She was wearing a skimpy outfit that highlighted her huge fake tits and surreal curves in general. Her face looked like it had had too much botox. She was in her fifties but looked like she was trying to stay young forever. The ghost was now staring at Jennifer's sleeping body with a look of pure hatred.

-Khuṇ ca c̀āy ngein lew.

The ghost climbed on the bed, until she was on all fours, right above Jennifer. Then, she slowly approached her face, before giving the actress a kiss, pressing her massive boobs against Jennifer's smaller chest.

-Hmmm, moaned Jennifer.

Then, it seemed like the ghost was melting, turning back into the blinding light, that was now pouring into Jennifer's body, until nothing remained of the ghost. A moment later, Jennifer was still sleeping in blissful ignorance of what was gonna happen to her.

She woke up the next morning, massaging her head. Something felt...weird. It wasn't a headache. But she felt like there was something. Something that wasn't there the day before. She shrugged her shoulders. She probably was just tired. She got up and headed for the kitchen. She opened the fridge and looked for anything she could use for breakfast. She got some jam, grabbed some bread and made herself a sandwich. She put it in her mouth and suddenly gagged, spitting the food on the table.

-What the fuck?

She looked in disbelief at her breakfast. This had always been what she preferred eating in the morning. But now, the mere taste of this made her sick. How could this be possible? She decided to put something else on her bread, with the same result. All the food in her fridge made her want to vomit. She took a deep breath, trying to figure out what was going on. Suddenly, she felt it. She had a craving for noodles. Thai food, more precisely.

-What the hell, I'm not gonna buy Thai noodles for breakfast.

She heard her belly rumble. Next thing she knew, she stood up and headed for her car.

-I can't believe I'm doing this.

Suddenly, it was clear. There was this small noodle shop downtown. She had never been there. She had never even heard of it. But she just knew it was there. And she wanted to go there. Still confused, she got in the car and started driving.

This place was filthy. It was in a bad neighborhood, with hookers on every corner. The owner, an old Asian woman, looked at Jennifer with a surprised look. Obviously, she looked too rich to come to such a place. For the next hour, the actress ate, filling her plate as soon as it was empty, her eyes wide in shock. What the hell was she doing? She had always been so careful about her weight. But those greasy noodles tasted so good. Why did they taste so good? A day before, she would have found them disgusting.

When she was done, she left the place and started walking on the street, along the hookers waiting for their next clients. She couldn't help looking at them, with their vulgar makeup, clothing, fake tits...huh, they didn't look that bad actually.

Jennifer shook her head when she realized that she had stopped walking to stare at them, and that she was now standing on the sidewalk, imitating their teasing pose, as if she was one of them.

-Oh my God, what the...

Jennifer looked around her, desperately hoping that no paparazzi had been taking pictures. What was going on in her mind lately. She felt like something in her head was influencing her. She looked down, confused, and her eyes lingered on her own boobs. They weren't that big, were they? What if some surgeon enhanced them? Just to make them more like...no ! why was she even thinking that? Her body was perfect as it was !

She started running towards her car. She wanted to go home. To have some rest. Her mind was playing tricks on her. Little did she know that it was only the beginning.