Lily ran. She ran for all she was worth. She ran as hard and fast as her bare feet could carry her, trying her hardest to ignore the almost painful bounce of her over-bloated chest as she ran, her almost inhuman chest jouncing and sloshing like two enormous goon bags, their weight threatening to send her tumbling head over tits, where, at least, she'd likely land with two soft cushions to break her fall.
She didn't know why she was running; she just knew that she had to. She ran and ran and ran, through white hallways and over tiled floors, shielding her eyes from the small, black-domed cameras in the corners, self-consciousness flooding her but without room in her frantic mind to take hold. She wanted to scream, to cry, to curl up in a corner and hug her knees to her chest - even though, with her new body, she probably couldn't even do that. Gasping and panting, she forced her heels down and ran on.
Turning a corner, Lily saw it, and with a jolt of energy in her heart that made her enormous bosom almost feel like it wasn't there, she ran for the doors, seeing their solid realness, the easy-release latch, the plain silver metal, the glowing green exit sign, and most of all the freedom those oh so normal things represented for her. She ran as hard as she could, fists pumping, not caring that her bosom flapped and bounced in her way, desperate simply to make it outside, where someone, anyone could see her and come to her aid--
'Lily.'
No! She couldn't listen! She had to go! Lily redoubled her efforts, pain shooting up through her legs as she ran, desperate to reach the doors before--
'Come back, Lily. You cannot escape.'
She couldn't let the voice in, couldn't let those echoing, god-like words into her mind... But already the door seemed to be stretching away from her, distending like a pulled rubber band, moving further and further away as she ran, the growing distance far, far,
far
too far for her to run before it caught up to her...
'You don't want to leave, Lily. You're safe here. You're where you belong.'
Lily sobbed in motion as the words rang out, deafeningly loud in her ears, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once. She staggered, slowing down, barely able to breathe, desperate still to reach the exit yet so far away that it might as well have been in another country. Endless white corridor stretched away for infinity, only now those corridors were spinning and melting, spiralling as if the world itself were twisting into an unending whirlpool of contrasting colour, and as she realised that she had failed, she collapsed to her knees, utterly spent.
'There's a good girl. Turn around, Lily - let's get you back to safety.'
Lily cried. She cried and cried and cried, yet despite her terror, time seemed not to move, as if she were trapped in a picture. Slowly, sobbing, she raised her head, turning to glance over her shoulder, to find... A set of pristine white doors right behind her, not two feet from her over-round backside.
As if she hadn't even taken a step.
Lily screamed out in vain, even though no one would listen, and, when the whole world ignored her, with slumped shoulders and a heavy heart, she staggered tiredly to her feet, her heavy body feeling as if it were a mountain dragging her down, her breasts feeling as if they were so large that they were dragging on the floor, her ass like two massive anchors holding her back. She turned, raising one hand, and pushed the pearl-white doors open, revealing a lavish, silken bedroom beyond it, adorned with all manner of cushions, tapestry, beds and soft objects.
Lily blinked, shocked. Where was the surgery? The sterile white walls? The operating table where they had made her into the "perfect" image of a woman? The foggy screens full of spirals, the men, all waiting for her to obey them so that they could "enhance" her in their twisted image, and the alien faces of the operators in their masks and gowns, staring at her like meat on a butcher's table?
Jerking her head downwards, Lily's hands came up to grasp her over-sized bosom - only to find, miraculously, that her breasts were normal again! Indeed, not only were her regular, perky, all-natural titties back in place atop her chest, but they were clothed, too - albeit in a skimpy, pink-frilled bralette that seemed so thin as to barely cover her up at all. She leaned forward, looking beyond her chest, and was even more surprised to find a pair of glowing, neon pink panties wrapped tightly between her legs, their skin-hugging shape keenly accentuating her figure. Looking further still, Lily was a little embarrassed to note that the panties had a cutout in the shape of a love heart in their centre, allowing for any manner of easy viewing and access - but she was, nonetheless,
clothed
.
'Ah, Lily! The woman of the hour. So very wonderful of you to join us; we were just about to initiate a rather delicious little six-some between myself and these illustrious samples of feminine beauty here, isn't that right, girls?'
Lily looked up, seeing the bed before her once again, now only a few steps away - only now, the bed--and the room at large--was
full
of naked people. Women bounced around the room, sets of pink nipples and hairless little slits popping in and out of her vision as they variously appeared and disappeared between slicked thighs, buried heads and other penetrative appendages. There were perhaps two times as many women as men, and wherever a man was not available, women occupied each other; just at Lily's feet, not more than a metre away, lay three bare bodies interlocked in what Lily could only describe as a three-way sixty-nine; one blonde-haired head was buried between the thighs of a red-headed individual, who herself had her head nearly disappearing between the chocolate brown thighs of a rather sensuously figured black woman, who completed the circle by lavishly laving the pink shape of the blonde girl, who she was spreading for better access with two slender, long-nailed fingertips. Lily blinked in awed shock, utterly confused.
'Well, my dear? Aren't you going to join us?' The male voice spoke again, and this time Lily looked up, seeing it's source amongst a set of five busty women atop the bed. It was a well-spoken British voice, and he was naked. One woman seemed to perch atop each limb, while the fifth lay dead centre between his legs, sharing the underside of his cock with all four of her companions, each vying for enough room to lick and suckle his length. Five round, curving asses wiggled naked in the air, one pointing in each direction, occasionally bumping its neighbours, causing both to ripple. The man spread his arms, his moustached face breaking into a smile as he gazed unblinkingly at Lily. 'Ah, my dear! Please, accept my warmest and most direct invitation to our bed chamber,' he said with all the charm of a carnival speaker. 'Take your pick, be it me or any one of these finest of feminine figures, though if you should pick me, I simply pray that you hurry to the mounting, lest I--
mmfh--
allow these beauties to--
aah!'
As Lily watched, the man seemed to shudder slightly, his body stiffening. For a few moments, he broke eye contact, allowing his gaze to blur as his eyelids fluttered. There was a gasp, then a giggle from the bunch of bobbing heads obscuring the man's crotch, then a renewed vigour seemed to take hold, each of the women bobbing and kissing and sucking all the faster and more animatedly, making loud, wet suckling noises. The man on the bed grunted softly and found Lily's gaze again, his face flushing slightly. He seemed to be a little dazed. One of the girls lifted her head for a moment, half her face appearing over her counterparts. There was a milky stain stretched across the bridge of her nose and over one eye, but she didn't seem to notice it.
'Nevermind, my dear,' he said, smiling, 'there's always more in the tank - now, come, I would like to taste your sweet virgin nectar, and I'm sure little Candy here would enjoy showing you the ways of an
experienced
female lover in the bedroom.'
Lily wasn't sure what made her do it, but she took one last look at the man and his orgy of giggling female oral applicators vying for a taste of his ejaculate and turned on her heel for the door. Stepping over shaking legs and round backsides, She burst through it, expecting to see the hallway outside this no doubt multi-millionaire's bedroom, or perhaps the side-of-stage for this fucked up porn-play she'd fallen into.
What she found before her, however, took her completely by surprise.
