Low cut, revealing dress, your large breasts squeezing out of the tight corset wrapped around your waist. They heave as you breathe heavily and with a quickening pace as your mind begins to both understand the situation and freak out at the same time.
You feel yourself fall against the stone wall behind you - in your rush you had ran into an alleyway in the city, so you at least have some momentary privacy - and you feel your new soft body squish against it, your new round, plump ass giving you a comfortable little seat.
Your hands rise to your eyes and you look at how dainty and cute they are, hairless and feminine. You wiggle your fingers in disbelief and then let it run through your new long blue hair, which feels a little unwashed and dry - why, judging by the outfit, you're a prostitute no doubt, so this comes off as no real surprise.
"Gods... This is not my body..." You gasp, your new high-pitched voice erupts from your big juicy lips. There's a slight lisp there too, in her voice - your tongue scratches against your front teeth, both of which feel bigger than usual, and you can fit your tongue between them both ever so slightly, telling you that this elf's teeth are a little on the larger side. "This is not my body..."
Your eyes return to your chest, and you spend a good second or so watching them move up and down as you calm your breathing. New thoughts begin flooding your mind; ones you aren't proud of, but thoughts nevertheless - and without even thinking your hands wrap around those big beautiful mounds of flesh, feeling them fill between your fingers, a moan escaping your mouth slightly. Each tit squeezes inside the palm of your hand, and your already great cleavage gets even bigger as you push them both together. You squeeze, and then you squeeze again, and your panic subsides. Your new teeth bite your new plump lips gently, and one of your hands lets go of a tit to explore elsewhere.
You feel your waist turn inward as you slide your hand down, then the curve of your hips, bending like a hourglass - and as your fingers curiously gravitate backward to your new juicy behind, you feel the fatness of it softly against your skin. You squeeze, and then you squeeze again. And now both hands have come down too - and both of them begin squeezing, a smirk rising on your new face.
There's chatter from outside the alleyway now - it seems the panic of your "death" has stirred even the people around here now. It brings you back to reality though.
"What in the Gods' name am I doing? I have to figure out what is going on!" You say, your arms tearing away from your fat ass and onto your wide hips, but it's hard to take yourself seriously with that new voice, that new, goddamn sultry voice, which sounds even sexier with that goddamn lisp... "Although... I think we got pretty lucky with this body, maybe we should just..." Your eyes return to gazing dreamily at your cleavage, the chatter falling into subtle mumbles as your mind slowly forgets its existence.
"I think..."
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