Jane took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she absorbed the reality of her new situation. She felt the weight of her massive body pressing down on her, every movement a reminder of the transformation she had undergone. The sensation was overwhelming, but she knew she had to start exploring her new reality.
Jane looked around her transformed bedroom, marveling at the lavish decorations. Pink and glitter dominated the room, with luxurious fabrics and plush cushions everywhere. The bed was enormous, its frame reinforced to support her weight, draped in soft, silky sheets that invited her to sink into them. Mirrors lined the walls, reflecting her new form from every angle, forcing her to confront the changes head-on.
As she moved to the walk-in closet, she felt the strain of her enlarged thighs rubbing together, her belly jiggling with every step. She pushed open the door to reveal an array of clothing designed to flaunt her curves. Her fingers brushed over the fabrics—silks, satins, and lace in vibrant colors and daring designs. She pulled out a skimpy lingerie set, the soft material slipping through her fingers. The idea of wearing something so revealing sent a shiver down her spine.
Before she could dwell on it too long, she heard a knock at the door. Her heart raced as she called out, "Come in."
The door opened, and her mother, Sarah, walked in, carrying a tray of snacks. Jane's eyes widened in shock. Sarah had changed as well, her body now almost as large as Jane's. Sarah's frame was massive, her hips and belly stretching the fabric of her clothes to their limits. She wore stretchy leggings and an oversized sweater, the material straining to contain her bulk. Her face was rounder, with full cheeks and a double chin that jiggled slightly as she moved.
"I thought you might be hungry, sweetheart," Sarah said with a warm smile, placing the tray on the table next to Jane. The tray was laden with pastries, cookies, and other high-calorie treats.
Jane felt a pang of emotion. Her mother was treating her just as she always had, completely oblivious to the changes. It was comforting in a way, but also deeply unsettling.
"It must be because of the curse," Jane thought to herself.
"Thanks, Mom," Jane said, forcing a smile. She reached for a cookie from the tray, the simple act of eating feeling oddly reassuring. As she bit into the soft, sweet treat, she realized how hungry she actually was. The flavor was rich and decadent, and she quickly found herself reaching for another.
After her mother left, Jane decided to take a closer look at herself. She moved to the large mirror on the wall, feeling her new body move with her. She was overwhelmed by the sheer size of her reflection. Her hips were wide, her thighs thick and pressing against each other. Her belly hung heavily, a soft, doughy mass that jiggled with each step. Her breasts were enormous, straining against the fabric of her tight top, and her arms were thick and soft.
She ran her hands over her new curves, feeling the softness of her skin. The sensation was strange and foreign, yet oddly pleasurable. She cupped her large breasts, squeezing them gently, feeling the weight and fullness. Her nipples hardened under her touch, sending a shiver down her spine.
Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to explore further. She let her hands travel down her body, over the curve of her belly and the expanse of her hips. Every touch sent waves of sensation through her, heightening her awareness of her new form. She slipped her hand between her thick thighs, finding the warmth and wetness there. A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to pleasure herself, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles.
The mirror reflected her every move, her body writhing in pleasure. She watched herself, mesmerized by the sight of her own transformation. The room around her seemed to fade away as she focused entirely on the sensations coursing through her. Her breath quickened, her moans growing louder as she neared the edge.
With a final, shuddering gasp, she came, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. She collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through her.
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