"What did you do to me?!"
“What– what did you do to me?!” She was panting and trembling as she staggered into the kitchen as the morning sun poured in from the windows.
I sat calmly at the granite island, laptop open in front of me. “What do you mean, dear?”
“I mean–” she clapped her hands over her chest. “My tits!”
“What about them?”
“They’re huge! You’ve somehow replaced my itty-bitty little bee-stings with these… these udders. I’ll never be taken seriously again; anyone who looks at me will see nothing but a pair of giant, wobbling breasts, too big for bras, for dresses, for shirts. Nothing I have is going to fit these monsters! I’ll be bulging out of any bra I try to close over them. Look, you can even see how I can’t even properly get my arms around them to keep them from jiggling all over the place as I talk to you right now!”
“Is that all?”
“No! You did something to my hips and ass, too! I used to fit into a size two, you know, and now I’ve got an ass to make Lizzo feel small! I’ll never fit in a normal chair again – fuck, how am I going to get on an airplane? I’d never fit down the aisle in coach after this. These hips are way beyond reasonable. I truly do feel like a cow, a big prize dairy helfier, between these boobs and these hips.”
“You really think you’re just a cow?”
“How could anyone see me as anything else? If I stepped outside right now, I can only imagine what people would think. ‘Look at that fat breeding cow, good for nothing but getting pregnant and feeding babies with her giant udders.'”
“They wouldn’t dare.”
“They’d be lined up down the block to stare at the big fat broodmare from apartment 15F, taking bets on how long it’d be before I was bloated and enormous from getting knocked up. ‘She’s so obviously fertile it’s clearly only a matter of time before she gets stuffed full of spunk.'”
“Stuffed full of…”
“Spunk. Baby batter. Cum. I’m really built for one thing now, and that’s guzzling buckets of cum in every single one of my holes. There’s no way I can ever hold down a real job now, not with tits as big as beachballs and an ass the size of the moon, right? No one would take me at all seriously, they’d wonder what this poor bloated fetish-porn model was doing there. I’m good for nothing but fucking, just getting bent over any nearby flat surface and having my needy pussy filled to bursting with cock!”
“And how do you feel about all of this?”
“Are you kidding? You’re really asking me how I feel about being turned into this… this parody of sexuality?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I– I fucking love it! Now get over here, stop teasing me, and fuck me already, you beautiful husband you! This is the best birthday present to wake up to ever!”