Immediately regretting her choice, Danni's hands explored her body. Those wide hips, were terrifying. She twisted and turned, until she caught the full scale of her rump. Her ass was enormous, she knew now, bone-deep, why women were concerned about it's size.
Cupping her bust, she felt the weight ease from her shoulders, just as her arms took the strain. She couldn't comprehend the size, frankly any tits would feel too big. As her attention strayed from her self-examination. She became more aware of her surroundings.
The pounding beat of Inaya Day's 'Nasty Girl' was felt through the vibrations of the floor. The volume literally loud enough to feel through her feet.
The idea of dancing to it, of stripping to it... Hell, even now, this body felt like a joke... A joke where she was the punchline.
A knock at the door, made her head snap around. A big, muscular man was already leering around the door. His thick fingers holding it open, were tattooed a wave of dread and vulnerability flushed through Danni's veins. Horror and fear rather than outrage her reaction to him.
"Five minutes, and you're up." his voice was gravelly, and commanding.
Her throat clenched, Danni was incapable of answering, but she nodded meekly. As his head withdrew, satisfied, she felt her thoughts return to her situation.
She checked for the recall device. The wrist band that could restore her to her real body.
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