Eventually, I begin to formulate my plan of attack, wriggling up with no small amount of effort into a seated position and picking at my blue airy dress. I needed to get out of this thing and find the laundry, wherever that is, and afterward, I could get some swimwear and use the pool while the sun is good.
I can't help but groan as I dredge myself up from the soft inviting mattress, my joints aching as I try to sit upright and my chest attempts to pin me in place. With a solid heave of my tired body I lurch forwards, bracing myself as I place my delicate hands on my dress-covered knees.
"Alright" I huff, taking off my designer sunglasses as I go to stand up. "First, swimwear. Second..." I mutter, clambering to my feet as I begin to waddle my way over to the large and expansive wardrobe. My cheeks begin to glow a deep red as I glance at myself in the mirror, the stacked Italian woman blushing meekly back at me as I wander up to it.
"Second..." I mutter yet again, pausing as the same thought reaches my mind and as I fiddle with my long flowing dress. "Get...naked..." I whimper, still unsure about seeing my well-aged body for the first time in all its mature glory.
As I reach the wardrobe my eyes dart over the various items on the hangers, a small annoyed groan escaping my lump red painted lips as I realize that whatever organization system Lillian had in place was not obvious in the slightest. As I fumble and thumb my way through the numerous and seemingly unending items of clothing it begins to dawn on me that she simply didn't have any system in place, the realization causing my shoulders to sag and slump dejectedly.
"Come on Lillian" I grumble, running my fingers over a tight white pair of jeans before sliding them down the rack. "You're a grown-ass woman, this is..." I continue, my train of thought ending as I catch the sight of what seems like a black one-piece towards the back of the wardrobe.
"Is this just...based on when she wore them last?" I muse, rapidly flicking my way past various modest blouses and maternity wear before finally reaching my prize. As I wrench it from the rack my eyes go wide as what I thought was a modest body covering one-piece fully comes into view.
I had been right about it being a one-piece, in that it was technically all in one single item. One large black strap hangs around the neckline before splitting off into a series of crisscrossing bands of fabric. They appear to make an 'X' shape across the torso, covering the breasts while leaving the back and tummy completely exposed. The straps merge together at the bottom to create a small tight elastic covering for my crotch and ass, the sight of the tiny thing causing me to grit my teeth.
"Is this all..." I whimper, plucking at the stretchy material and pulling it between my hands. "I...I suppose she hasn't gone swimming in a while like Jacob said..." I say with a subtle hiss, squeezing my thick thighs together as I envision them in the clingy one-piece.
Sighing in resignation I toss the dress onto the bed, shuffling in place as I slide my petite and aching feet out of the delicate off-white flats I had been wearing since the swap occurred. I let out a gentle sigh of relief as I'm able to stretch my toes, quickly and joyously rubbing them into the carpet beneath me.
Cooing softly and losing myself in the freeing sensation around my pinching toes I begin to lift the long flowing dress, my eyes looking up as I try to avoid looking at my temporary body for as long as I can. I can feel the light soft material glide up against my smooth skin, each inch of creeping movement painting the limits of my curvy body in my mind. Eventually, I find myself wriggling and wrestling with the bundled blue cloth around my head, my arms pinned above me as I'm forced to shake my way out of the garment. My whole body shakes along with my sharp and sudden movement, my oversized ass cheeks clapping and my breasts tugging painfully at my chest as a desperate reminding to hurry up.
With deep gasping breath of air I pull my head free before quickly whipping my arms down, the dress quickly tumbling to be added to the mess coating the bedroom floor. As I glance down at the egg-stained dress I let out a squeak of surprise, my hands flying up to my massive sagging chest as I begin to inspect my assets in the open for the first time.
I knew these things were big, but from this point of view they felt like they practically consumed my vision of my body. My tan runs over the entirety of the fatty mounds, a massive dark set of areolas resting at the ends with thick dark nipples standing at attention. While they sag rather dramatically, both from their sheer size and old age, they still have some perkiness to them as they hang outwards like a truly uncomfortable shelf or a set of overly sensitive airbags.
Knowing I would to see myself eventually I slowly turn to face the mirror, my soft delicate hands resting beneath my bust in the hopes of keeping them from bouncing too much. The overwhelming flesh on my chest completely dwarfs my petite palms, spilling out between my fingers and over the sides of my hands as I heave up the exceedingly weighty mass.
As I spy myself in the mirror my jaw drops, the thick and curvy Italian MILF in the mirror sharing my response.
My eyes immediately dart to the subtle doughy midsection I had felt in the windswept car. My belly bulges ever so slightly, a soft pouch of tan stretchmark riddled flesh resting between my oversized chest and my crotch.
My pussy is all but consumed and hidden from my sight between my thick and juicy thighs, a thin strip of dark pubic hair having been shaped into an arrow that points straight down towards it. I furrow my brow as I see the 'stylistic' choice Lillian had made before leaving her body to a complete stranger.
"Is that...a joke?" I mutter in an unamused fashion, squeezing my thighs together as I feel the remnants of the moist damp heat from before.
Twisting my body to the side slightly I begin to gauge my lower half. My hips are downright massive, the word 'childbearing, being almost inadequate to describe them now that I was stuck waddling about with them in tow. As if eager to take up the expansive real estate rear bulges out impressively, the tan flesh dotted with the occasional stretch mark or section of cellulite. The whole flabby mass sags ever so slightly, the weight of carrying these cheeks around having caused it to droop. However, despite the slight overhang, my ass is probably on par with my breasts for my most sensual feature.
My thighs share a similar situation with my ass, the fat that had gone into building such a thick wobbly rear having spilled out into my soft doughy legs. Stech marks hang near the top and the around my hips, with a slight amount of cellulite having formed along their back and towards where they meet with my enormous rear.
I grind my thighs together for a moment considering whether I was ready to see my pussy up close and personal like this. I would need to sooner or later, but the thought of seeing felt like a final admission that this was my body for the coming months.
With a long-drawn-out breath I turn away, waddling myself back over to the bed like the meek coward I am as I begin to fiddle with the confusing strappy bathing suit.
I stand there for a moment, letting my breasts fall as I inspect the stretchy suit between my fingers. It looked complicated, at least more complicated than the speedo and swim trucks I was used to. Eventually, I decide to bite the bullet, bending over as feeling my heavy hangers sway beneath me as I step into what I think is the bottom of the suit.
I slowly begin to shimmy the lower half of the suit up between my thighes, spreading my plump legs slightly apart as I squeeze my voluminous flesh into the tight swimsuit. The dark black fabric quickly becomes tight over my crotch, a large amount of camel toe showing as I struggle to snap the lower part over my massive unwieldy behind. While I eventually manage to squeeze my rear into the suit I'm forced to deal with the front separately. No matter how hard I try I can't seem to have both my ass properly covered and my mound not on full display to the world at large.
I whimper for a moment, my lips quivering as I tug at and wriggle in the tight elastic before simply giving up. "It...It's my house..." I mewl, squeezing my thighs tightly over the obvious camel toe in the hopes of hiding it in my flabby flesh. "I can...I can walk around naked if I want...this is...this is fine..."
Surprisingly, once the bottom is in place the suit comes together rather easily. I'm forced to continue leaning down as I pull the large neck strap behind my head, but as I stand back up I watch with glee as the crisscrossing black straps seem to fall largely into place. I'm forced to manhandle my chest behind two of the straps, my bulging chest stretching the slender straps far out and away from me as they flatten to cover much of my overwhelming chest. My chest, in kind, flattens slightly against myself and the straps as it pools out to the sides and creates and a bountiful amount of side boob.
I snap the straps a few more times as I get everything in place, a giddy look on my face as I spin to face the mirror again. I look downright ravishing, a mature MILF with curves for days having been practically poured into a swimsuit that screams sultry yet spoken for. With my lewd grin growing, I quickly grab my sunglasses from the bed, yelping as I feel my enormous ass begin to swallow the swimsuit.
I place the sunglasses on my face, wincing as I tug and snap my one-piece from my apparently staring behind. "I'm Lillian Portsmith..." I coo into the mirror, jumping a little as I watch the reflection mirror my exaggerated expression. "I have a pool, but I never use it" I continue with a giggle, enjoying watching myself speak and act in an overly snobby and exaggerated manner.
I look down at the dress on the floor for a moment, wincing at the thought of adding to the mess around the room. The pool was practically calling to me, the sun high in the sky and perfect for a dip on a warm day such as this.
At the same time, was it really going to make a good impression if I just...left it there? If I could quickly find the laundry I'm sure I could just dump it in before heading down to the pool.
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