I let out a long drawn out sigh of relief as I step into the shower, the powerful jets of hot water pounding my soft as though to massage away the pain. My posture begins to collapse under the relaxing sensations hammering my back, my shoulders slumping forwards as the heavy tear drops on my chest weigh me down.
My long hair quickly begins to matte against my soft and sensitive skin, clinging to me in a strange and uncomfortable manner. As I step further into the shower the cascading water begins to trace searing hot lines over my plump form, as though to show me each and every curve in my minds eye. I shudder as I feel the water run over my immense backside and down my large chest, the feelings making me decide to get this over sooner rather than later.
With hazy vision I begin to look around the grime coated shower, spying a quite a few small bottles lining the floor. Leaning down to investigate the bottles I let out another pained grunt, my breasts hanging down beneath me and straining my aching muscles. Most of the bottles on the shower floor are empty, rubbish that Scarlett had refused to throw out. However, I manage to find one half empty bottle of lavender scented body wash which I quickly retrieve.
I pump some of the purple soap into my petite pale hands before tentatively lathing my self up. I wince as my soapy hand begin to rub my generous chest, trying my best not to arouse myself as I avoid my new enlarged nipples and focus on what had been the shelf of flesh which I spilled the milk on. Slowly but surely I begin to clean further down, nibbling at my bottom lip as I run my hands over my new curves and flat stomach.
As I reach my supple thighs I let out a yelp and a gasp, finding that whole area more sensitive than it had been in my old body. Endeavoring to clean the cum, the last reminder of my manhood, off of me I begin to hastily scrub around my nethers.
Suddenly my eyes go wide, a shock running up my spine as I touch my new clitoris by accident. A squeak escapes my lips as I feel a dull throb of heat radiate out for a moment. With a whimper I slow my cleaning down, taking far more care to avoid another accident. However, the damage is already done. I watch in horror as my nipples begin to grow firmer by the second, my heart racing as I stare down at the fleshy erasers on my chest signifying my arousal.
"Shit...come on...I...I'm getting aroused by...myself" I hiss, finding the heat in my groin returning as I stare down at my huge breasts.
Thinking quickly I reach for the cold tap, close my eyes, and quickly twist the tap as a torrent of icy water hits me. I squeal in shock, my mind reeling as I find myself struggling to take a steady breath while under the constant frigid stream.
Shivering and with ragged breath I find my arousal rapidly abating, the discomfort coursing through me easily getting me out of that particular mood. Deciding I couldn't take any more I turn the cold tap lower and lower as the water returns to its toasty warm perfection. I quickly try to wash out the remaining suds and lather, getting my body clean at the very least.
With a pained expression I grab a handful of my long dark brown hair, holding the thick locks in my hand and in front of my face.
"I can...I can not wash this today" I mumble softly, already mentally exhausted from having to clean this strangers body.
I try to enjoy the warm water for another few minutes, standing still in the shower in the hopes it would help ease my aches and pains. However, the longer I stand under the water the more I'm made aware of ever single inch of my new flesh.
With a huff of frustration I turn off the water, angered that I couldn't even enjoy the shower without being reminded of what had been taken from me.
Dripping wet with my long mane of hair sticking to my face, neck and shoulders I begin to step out of the shower. I hold onto the grime covered walls to help keep me steady as I carefully climb out into the bathroom proper.
I clench my jaw is anger as I see the piles of wet and moldy towels that had been discarded, leaving me with one option. Waddling across the cold tiles I grab the hand towel off the warmer, hanging my head a little as I begin to dab at my drench skin. The coarse material feels surprisingly good as it rubs against me, leaving a pleasant tingles with every swipe.
The hand towel does good work, easily drying off my arms and legs in no time. Biting at my lip I gently dab around my groin, trying my best not to start myself down a path that would require another ice cold shower. Satisfied with my progress I begin to move onto my ass, my eyes going wide as I finally get a good feeling for how big it was. My hands couldn't cover even a single cheek, even if I splayed my fingers out. With each motion of the towel I feel the mass of fat jiggle and bounce, sending chills down my spine.
Deciding that it was dry enough I move onto my chest. I slowly dab the towel over my tear drop shaped sacks hanging from me, purposely avoiding my areolas and nipples out of fear of stimulating them. As I finish I pause, still feeling wet. My face drops as I realize I missed a spot, my eyes darting to the bathroom mirror as I look at the horrified girl staring back at me.
With a low whimper I reach for one of my massive breasts, lifting it as I feel it's full weight in my weak slender hand. I begin to dry myself underneath the fatty lump as quickly as I can, hastily doing the same thing for the other side. I pause before finishing up, gently squeezing the breast in my hand as I absentmindedly take my first step into intentional exploration.
As I look in the mirror I see my mess of wet hair clinging to me, my eyes dropping to the already soaked hand towel as I try to think of a solution. With another grunt I bend down, looking through the cabinet beneath the sink. I gasp as I see what I was looking for, my first stroke of luck all day. I pull out a hair dryer and quickly plug it in.
"Even if I can just get it...not dripping" I grumble, fanning and flaring my hair out as I begin to slow process of drying it. After several minutes I find myself making process, the searing hot air easily drying my hair in small bathes. However, the contained repetitive motions quickly begin to wear against my sore body and I'm force to stop with my hair still not quite dry and fairly frizzy.
I sigh at the sight of the sexy yet disheveled girl in the mirror, quickly looking away as I fetch my glasses. As I place the frames on the bridge of my nose I begin to leave the room, pausing as I kick one of the old towels.
"God fucking...okay...okay..." I angrily fume, reaching down and unfurling the towel. I race around the steamy room, repeating the process as I collect up all the towels without signs of mold and piling up those that were too far gone in the corner for later.
With towels in hand I waddle out of the room, a pile of terrible smelling towels in my arms and partially obscuring my vision. To anyone looking into my apartment window they would see the curvy young woman walking completely naked through her apartment, her hips swaying dramatically with each step. I myself hardly even notice, no longer fighting the natural stride of my body as I am too focused on cleaning up and on my anger at the woman who had caused this mess. My breasts press into the soggy pile of towels, leaving only my ass the bounce and shake with each hurried step.
Remembering to stretch over the pile of toy in the hallways I race down to the laundry room, dumping the whole pile of towels into the machine. It was marvelously modern, the washing machine appearing practically unused and quite expensive. I easily start a load of washing, the whole machine running in a whisper quiet fashion as I close the door to the room.
Still fuming I storm into Scarlett's bedroom, turning on the light as I begin to look for a clean set of clothes. Sadly the wardrobe is practically empty, its contents having been disgorged across most surfaces around the apartment. I frantically begin to pick through the discarded items, grabbing shirts and pants as I try to find something to wear. Each time I grab an item I bring it to my face and take a sniff, some mixture of sweat, alcohol, and sexual fluid assaulting my nostrils each and every time.
With tears beginning to well up in my eyes I manage to find to items still in the wardrobe, making them clean by comparison to the rest of the room. A pair of cutesy pink panties and an old shirt that appears a size or two too small. Glancing around the room one last time I see something sitting besides the bed, a package for Ms Skye.
Walking over I pick it up, finding the whole thing bending and flexing in my grasp. My heart soars as I feel the flexibility and weight in my hands, a sense of hope that it could be some clean clothes. I begin to tear at the packaging in a frenzy, finding that Scarlett had ordered...
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