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Part 1
— Th-this isn’t f-f-funny at a-a-all... yik! — the girl stammered, breathless with anxiety, her voice trembling as she stood on the bed and clumsily pulled off the tight light-blue top. Her hand was shaking, the movements awkward, but that didn’t stop her heavy, almost leaden breasts from spilling out of the tight fabric prison — they bounced in the air like they were alive, her wet nipples painfully reacting to the change in temperature.
Chase swallowed involuntarily, his gaze locking onto her tits, and his cock stiffened again, even though everything inside him screamed — ‘Don’t look!’ But how could he not, when right in front of him was this fine-boned, fragile, almost doll-like woman, sitting on the bed in a tiny skirt and no top.
— I... I can feel them moving — she whispered, swaying slightly and looking down at her breasts like they weren’t even part of her, but some living creature stuck to her body. — Is this... gonna be like this forever? They... they jiggle like they’re mocking me!
— Y-you wanna maybe put that back on? — Chase blurted, voice cracking as he looked away, like that would somehow erase what had just happened from his memory. — I... uh... feel kinda weird, — he added, immediately mentally facepalming. ‘Weird?! She literally sucked me off the second I got here and now she’s got her tits out, what the fuck do you mean "weird"?!’
She pressed her palms to her boobs, lifting them slightly like she was trying to make sure they were real, that this wasn’t some twisted nightmare. Her fingers reflexively curled under the weight of the soft flesh. The skin beneath them was hypersensitive, her nipples tightening, and a light tremor answered from deep in her belly.
— Fucking hell — she hissed through clenched teeth, covering her chest with one hand while bracing against the edge of the bed with the other. — They’re... they’re sensi-... Yo... sensitive! Fuck! — She turned to Chase with panic in her eyes. — This shit, these fucking tits, and this body! I... fuck, why the hell am I so drunk?! I’m supposed to be on... yik! On the fucking ring!
She smacked the mattress with her palm like it was to blame for her humiliating transformation, let out a heavy sigh, and swayed as she lowered her legs off the side, as if trying to feel solid ground for even a second — at least in terms of sensation. But instead, her heels hit the cold floor, her body shivered, her breasts bounced, and she gasped again without meaning to.
— What the fuck is this... — she muttered, running her hand down her thigh — smooth, hairless. — My fucking legs look like... like those damn Insta fitness bitches... God, why me?!
Her voice broke into a raspy moan — not from pain, but from growing panic. She sniffled, ran her fingers through hair that was too silky, too well-groomed, and suddenly felt a strand stick to her sweaty cheek.
— Am I fucking stuck like this now?! — burst from her lips, her voice high, thin, on the verge of shrieking. — Why do I even cry like some reality show whore?!
— Hey, hey... calm down, don’t panic — Chase mumbled, raising his hands uncertainly, like he was expecting her to throw that whiskey bottle lying under the bed at him any second. — We just... uh... let’s try to remember, okay?
Part 2
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