This choice: Short, pale, and chubby with freckles over a large chest. • Go Back...Chapter #2Short, pale, and chubby with freckles over a la... by: Your End   Her form overflowed out of the sides of the mirror before her, too wide to fit within the narrow window of reflection. Her hips were wide even before her transition but with the help of HRT they had ballooned in proportions. Her rear so vast that it threatened to swallow any chair unfortunate enough to fall under her. She found her fingers idly tracing over her heavy tummy, drawing lines connecting the freckles that dappled her entire body. Her chest was prodigious as well, teardrops near double the size of her head each.
Scylla mused to herself about how she looked like an ancient statue of fertility goddesses if they hadn't showered for... A week? Two weeks? Lifting her arm to huff at her forest of a pit didn't give her much more than a throbbing between her legs.
Chubby fingers trailed through a dense jungle of dark brown pubic hair to find the base of her twitching battering ram of a cock, stirring up a pungent musk that rose to meet her and further spur on her enjoyment of herself. Even before it was hard the tip of her tool was near grazing her knees but its length had already passed them given her excitement, but the weight meant it kept its head bowed low. Beneath her mighty tool was a set of heavy nuts that made her feel partially related to tanuki, which she fondled for more of that scent, testing how full they felt, and being delightfully surprised that her fun last night hadn't left it any less abundant.
Part of her hated the fact that she couldn't wear skirts or dresses shorter than her knees without having to tuck it away, but another part loved the reaction it got from men and women she's gotten lucky with. Typically they were nervous but awestruck, sometimes asking if they can touch it though men were typically emasculated which she couldn't help but enjoy as well.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Scylla paused before going any further, frustrated that whoever this was chose to bother her at the early hour of- She checked her phone to find it was 11am... Still pretty early for her... Kind of.
She hurried through the act of dressing, fighting with the waistband of her pajama bottoms in order to get them over her enormous ass which was a somewhat new problem. The top even felt snug across her chest and shoulders where it didn't yesterday and she couldn't blame it on shrinkage in the wash given how they hadn't even been washed in... A few days. Regardless she was at the door moments after smoothing down her slightly stained hoodie, unable to look through the peep hole due to her height, she opened the door a crack to find her landlord fuming with his arms crossed.
"You're late on payment again." Not even a good morning? Rude.
"Ah shit, sorry Keith I'll send it over right now. I didn't get paid until last night so I had to wait." A lie, she was dipping a little bit into her savings for this month's payment but her landlord didn't need to know that.
"It's Mr. Fitzpatrick, you wouldn't like if I called you Charlie would you?" She winced at the use of her deadname as she disappeared inside to grab her phone. Her landlord used the moment to peek his head inside like a creep and look around before wincing at the scent.
"You need to do a better job cleaning up the place, you're going to lower the property value if it stays like this and that'll be your deposit." But before he could go much further the notification of a payment being sent to his account.
His smile felt grimy on her skin and she found herself waiting for him to leave her doorway so she could shut the door. No luck, it was like she'd paid him in pennies and was counting them slowly while scrolling through his phone.
"You've been paying me late a lot. I think pretty soon I might add a late fee if this doesn't stop."
"Cool Keith, can you just get out of my door please?" She hated having to look up at him, feeling small, weak, fragile under his gaze.
"Careful how you talk to me, Charlie, or I'll have you out on your ass." Landlords were leeches and this particular leech made her skin crawl.
Once he was gone she shut the door again, the sound of the deadbolt sliding into place a welcome melody of safety. It left her alone with her thoughts for a moment before realizing she was scheduled for work today.
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