Character Recreation - Part Three

Seconds away from losing consciousness I feel my whole body lurch, the sensation gripping me being almost concerning similar to when one 'falls' while laying in bed. I'm forced to close my eyes as the light rushes back to meet me, the suddenly burst of speed making it impossible to adjust to the blinding rays.

With a dull thud I feel myself suddenly come to rest, the lurching and fall backwards and forwards suddenly vanishing almost as soon as it had appeared. With my eyes still closed I slowly let them flutter open only to find myself leaning on a large marble kitchen island as the loud sound of grinding coffee and scent of freshly cooked breakfast assault my senses, a heavy fluffy wool robe hanging around me and cinching in loosely around my soft squishy waist and aching chest as it fights back the morning chill.

My legs shake and my lower back aches as I hunch forward, an immense pendulous weight on my chest dragging me forward. Wiry and sweaty hair dangles around my face, the messy brown strands obscuring my view as my eyes struggle to focus.

Exhaling sharply I grasp the edge of the counter top tightly, a metal band around my left ring finger clattering against the cool stone as my heart pounds violently in my chest.

 

Blinking rapidly, the sleep still clinging to my eyes, I slowly focus on a small tablet PC sitting just to the side of me. The screen flickers as a terminal window closes out, the plain background soon popping into view with a small tab open with the weather.

With a deep inhale I smell the scent of freshly ground coffee mingle with something delightfully buttery and fatty. Sighing softly, almost whimpering at the smell, I feel my stomach growl angrily as drool fills my mouth.

Famished, was the only way to describe it as my whole body yearned for the delicious meal. My gaze darts to the source, a large artisanal plate stacked with freshly grilled vegetables and mushrooms with a side of bacon and scrambled eggs. Blinking a few more times, huffing slightly as I try to move some of the hair out of my eyes, I soon look beyond the plate as I take in the massive slab of marble it was resting on.

The white and gray streaked stone stretches out to my left and right, the huge kitchen island sitting in the center of an expansive yet somewhat empty feeling room. Pale seafoam green cabinets sit beneath it on my side, a shiny steel door rumbling further down as some unseen dishes are cleaned within.

On the other side of the island sits a series of lovingly made wooden stools, the hand varnishing and deep green upholstery screaming bespoke furniture. They are scattered around however, some dropped food scraps sitting on the counter top from where others had been eating before kicking away from the stools without putting them back.

 

Looking to my right I spot yet more lovingly crafted furniture, a deep dark brown and recently refinished dining table along with a dozen similarly restored chairs running the length of the massive surface. A small vases rests in the center, flanked by two sets of cork coasters, a bundle of slightly wilted flowers drooping out of the white frosted glass.

Deep green walls wrap around the room and deeper towards a narrowing entry way, the dark and cozy aesthetic only becoming heightened by the exposed dark wooden beams standing out at each corner before reaching up to the ceiling braces. While a corridor disappears off to the right I find my gaze falling onto the side tables and frames running along the walls, more antique furniture and old pastoral paintings dot the room as they add more and more to the refined nature of the dinning space.

Turning back and shifting my gaze back I look ahead, the other side of the kitchen narrowing into a wide double door frame before opening back out into a rather large living room. Plush and terribly inviting leather sofas form what appears to be an L-shape in the room, angling for a view of the massive 90" TV mounted to the wall. A scattering of toys dot the dark brown carpet, plush little animals and tiny building blocks having been dropped into the thick fibers and left to be played with later

Finally tilting my head left I stare into the massive wall of glass that floods the kitchen with abundant natural light. Immediately, my head begins to pound painfully as I'm forced to let out a wince. My eyes narrow, a hand reaching up to my temple as I try to rub away the tension behind my eyes.

Beyond the glass rests a rather lovely garden, the bright green lawn sloping away from the house itself along with the pale and heavily worn wooden slats that make up the tall privacy focused fence. A wrought iron table sits out between a set of sun lounges, the two seats pointed toward the horizon and the rolling waves in the distance. More toys dot the backyard, from yet more stuffed toys that look more than a little wet to a small partially disassembled tent and a soccer ball sitting trapped beneath an upturned practice net.

My hand slows as I continue to stare at the thick glass, my jaw dropping as I begin to focus less on the gorgeous scenery beyond and more so at the curvy woman looking back at me in equal amounts of shock.

 

The woman can't be much older than her early thirties or late twenties, though the bags under her eyes and crows feet to either side make it harder to tell her exact age. A messy mane of light brown hair puffs out around her, obviously not taking the cold sea air well as it hangs just above her shoulders and around her very lightly tan face.

A set of bright blue eyes lock with my own, the similarity between them and the set I had seen in every reflection my whole life being downright uncanny. Her face is strikingly pretty, albeit somewhat doughy, between her delicate chin now resting with a layer of fat to her cheekbones being lost beneath a rosy pinch-able plush. Soft pink kissable lips part in shock, her perfectly straight but slightly stained teeth flashing at me for a moment as I continue to look down.

Her robe sits partially open, the incredibly thick and fluffy white woolen gown resting on her frame awkwardly as though it had been bought for a different sized woman. She stands at around five foot eight, taller than most women but still not all that high up. Her curves however would certainly have more of an eye catching effect, the massive hips and heavy sagging bust being largely to blame for the ill-fitting nature of her robe.

Her chest droops rather severely  as the head-sized mounds of supple fat are dragged down by gravity. Without any support they hang to the point of revealing her rather prominent stretch marks, the robe hanging more open to give them the space they need. Her thick pink nipples stand almost painfully at attention, a faint liquid patch forming around her left breast through the robe as the blue veined hangers appear uncomfortably engorged.

Her waist may have been narrow and dainty once, however, by the look of her stretch marks and the creases in her pale skin it seems her body shape had changed rather drastically over time. Her hips and ass appear to have received the worst of these changes however, thick and bloated layers of flab having built up to the point of revealing rather obvious cellulitis and reddened chaffing from her fatty flesh rubbing against itself.

While her belly managed to only get away with a slight pouch of fat beneath the stretched and strained skin, her rear and thighs leave her with a prominent pear-shape. A set of wide black panties cling to her pelvis as they rest up high and over a bit of her belly, her massive ass thankfully resting well covered by the sweat cotton as it pulls tight against the subtle mound between her legs.

 

Standing in shock I'm only broken from my stunned silence as...