"What the..." I croak once more, spitting more hair from my mouth in a flurry of brown strands mixed with saliva. My voice rings out in a sing-song, albeit rough and exhausted, manner as the sweet and meek feminine tones seem to overshadow what little familiarity there was left underneath it all.
I gently shift my head around, shifting the hear from my eyes while I keep my white knuckled grip firm over my knees. Slowly but surely I clear more and more of my vision, my gaze darting between the mirror and the room around as I find myself looking at a clean and relatively modern apartment bedroom, the city skyline visible through the nearby window.
Plain white plastered walls catch the morning sun, the stark bright blank canvas being painted in the faint yellow hue of the last of the sun rise. The carpet is a faint gray, the short and relatively recently laid fabric looking almost and cold and barren as the walls that surround it. The far wall is made up of a wardrobe, the sliding doors being covered in a reflective layer to act as a mirror. In the mirror I stare briefly at the confused and terrified brunette, the young woman in her early twenties following my movements as her chest jiggles and jostles along with each of my subtle motions.
The right hand wall is seemingly made entirely of glass, the floor to ceiling windows allowing for ample natural light into the clean and clinical feeling space. Beyond the windows is the tops of the city skyline beyond in the lower half while the sky and clouds shift above.
To the right sits a door, likely leading to the rest of the apartment and a small wicker hamper. Staring at the basket I spot a massive black bra resting halfway out, the faint hint of a dark red sleeve resting beneath it before trailing deeper inside.
"Fuck fuck fuck..." I squeak and squeal, my heart hammering faster and faster in my chest as chest vibrates softly with each pounding beat. In a frenzy I stagger to my feet, bracing myself against the frame of the large king sized bed as I struggle to find my footing in my new curvaceous form. Thighs brush against each other, my ass jiggles and bounces with each movement while my chest fights to drag me back down as my back aches from the hefty weight.
Staring into the mirror my jaw drops, a wheezing whine slipping past my soft pale pink lips as I drink in the young woman in the mirror.
Her slender build, aside from her obscene and bloated chest, continues down to her waist as it narrows further and further. Faint muscles outline her belly, the lack of much in the way of fat helping to create an illusion of fitness. Her slender build stops there however as her hips flair out, bones pressing against skin and her pelvis begs to be used as a perfect little handhold.
Taking up this expansive real estate rest two massive juicy yet taut and tight ass cheeks, the massive pale mounds jiggling gently as I wiggle back and forth in an attempt to get a better angle. Not a single stretch mark is in sight, the distinct lack of blemishes being miraculous given the sheer size of the young woman's assets.
The generous nature of her curves carry down to her thighs, soft and large with her musculature granting them a perfectly formed shape that beg to be grabbed and fondled. Despite their size and due in part to the wide hips her legs sport a perfect little thigh gap, the damp black cotton of her underwear on full display despite her stance leaving her thighs otherwise touching.
Twisting and turning my stomach sinks, my eyes watering as I look between the cute and innocent face in the mirror and the overly sexualized body beneath. It was eye-catching to say the least, something for everyone be they into tits, ass, or thighs. Even her feet were cute, dainty and delicate simply begging to be fetishized
"I'm a sex doll" I wheeze, my soft and squeaky voice only adding to my whimpering. "They made me a... a..."
Swallowing hard I turn away from the mirror, stumbling and staggering my way to the door as the bounce on my chest and the rocking of my hips threaten to topple me over. Bracing myself against the door I pull it open, yelping softly as I step out barefooted onto the cold hardwood floor beyond.
The room outside is also bathed in the light of the early morning sun, a set of massive floor to ceiling windows taking up the wall to my right and revealing the balcony beyond. Pots filled with various plants and flowers sit lining the railing around the small balcony, a set of two wooden chairs and a square table sitting in the center and providing a place to look out over the city beyond.
Inside the apartment, sitting in front of the windows, rest a pale green lounge set made up of an L-Shaped corner sofa and a two person love seat to make a U-shape around a small metal and glass coffee table. Beside the set following along the same wall where I had opened the door are two more doors, both of which are closed. Opposite the lounge set sits a large TV, easily over 80 inches and flanked with shelves of games and consoles all hooked up to it from behind along with a massive sound bar.
A galley kitchen and kitchen island sit across from me, the space soon coming together in my mind as a blended living room and kitchen. The cabinets mirror the same white paint adorning the walls, the counter tops matching the same color with a slight modification in the faint speckling of black flecks throughout.
I slowly mince out into the living room, sweat building on my forehead and under my massive rack as it droops down my chest. Struggling to breathe and fighting back the panic gripping me I brace myself against the kitchen island, leaning over as the weight of my chest quickly reasserts itself thanks to the hanging pale orbs.
I slowly begin to calm my breathing, pursing my plush lips as I take slower and slower measured breaths. As I slowly being my heart rate down it suddenly spikes again, the sound of foot falls behind me catching my attention as...
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