Now This Body is Mine (4)
I barely remember how I made it home. I just hopped on the bus in a total daze, heaving heavy sighs the whole way. The thought of stopping by a clothing store? Didn't even cross my mind.
With my familiar pickpocket skills, I unlock the door and step inside. My cozy little home. At least that's some comfort.
*Plop.* I toss my bag aside and flop face-first onto the bed.
...Then roll over. Going stomach-down is a hassle with these tits in the way. Sprawled out on the bed, I finally can't hold it in anymore and scream.
"Fuuuuck!!!!!!!!"
*Thump thump thump thump.* My legs in training pants drum wildly against the mattress. If I don't let it out like this, the shame flooding my head will make me lose my mind.
Ah... so embarrassing. Why the hell did she have to walk by right at that moment???
My face, flushed red with humiliation, refuses to cool down. Still... I bought the stuff, so I should at least try it out, right? Ignoring the regular underwear in the shopping bag, I pull out just the vibrator and the slutty lingerie from the adult shop.
Unwrapping the lingerie first, what emerges is less clothing and more like scraps of fabric.
"Ooh."
Still looks slutty as hell. Normal women's underwear covers the tits and pussy. This? The opposite. It's made to expose.
The bra's center is cut out clean—like someone sliced it right down the middle—leaving just the areolas bare.
The panties aren't much different. They abandon any pretense of covering a woman's most private spot. Right smack in the middle: a gaping hole. Like it's giving directions on where to stick it in.
Bought it, so might as well try it now, yeah?
I unzip my hoodie and start to pull down my pants—then pause. Suddenly, it feels like a waste to just strip carelessly.
So I step back in front of the full-length mirror.
Inside the mirror stands a big-titted, pretty girl in a white tee and training pants.
...What? That's just an objective fact. Not narcissism. I'm a genuine super beauty with huge tits. Yup, yup.
*Gulp.* My throat tightens for some reason. I'm just undressing in private where no one else can see—but watching myself in the mirror turns it lewd somehow.
Maybe because I'm about to strip and do naughty things from here on out.
Slowly—not my usual rush, but deliberate—I slide my pants down. As they descend, the pale white skin hidden beneath the black training pants comes into view. First, the thigh flesh slightly compressed by my panties and that so-called absolute territory strip. Then thick thighs, snow-white knees. Shins and calves follow, down to my pristine white feet.
Now my lower half is bare except for the panties.
Next, the top. Lifting the tee reveals my belly—not chubby, but not ripped either. Slim, you could say. Waistline and all.
Lift it higher: the unavoidable presence of underboob peeks out.
Pull it off completely. My vision clears, and there she is—a woman with a body so perfect you could call it flawless, standing in her underwear.
And that's me.
Wow. Tits. So massive, you'd probably see sideboob even from behind.
Time to ditch the underwear. Sure, I saw my naked self this morning, but stripping again? It feels... lewd. And a little shy.
Reach back, unhook the bra. Click. It loosens and sags downward. Slip it off, and two massive orbs swing free without restraint.
Wow. Tits. I gasp every time at the size. Unleashed, they feel even more imposing.
Crowning them: pink areolas straight out of some hentai. Honestly, it's my body, but damn, it's hot.
Now the panties. Eyes on the mirror, I bend forward—my tits drop heavily, reminding me once more of their weight. Lesson of the day: gravity is great. Hugely so.
Panties slide down my legs. Tracking their path is a sight in itself. Kick them off, and my full nude reflection stares back.
From here, this snow-white, huge, and bluntly put, insanely fuckable body of mine is getting draped in these black scraps.
Assembly is the reverse of disassembly, as they say. So I dress in reverse order.
Grab the panties. ...Super slutty up close. Flashy design, semi-sheer, and that massive hole in the middle? Lethal.
And now I'm about to wear them.
Sit on the floor for a closer look, legs toward the mirror. Slide my feet in, pull up over calves and thighs. As they near the top, shift to my knees. Pussy faces front and center. Tug them up fully.
Mirror me: insanely slutty. Kneeling with legs spread in a W, black fabric slung between my thighs—but doing jack shit as underwear. Through the gap: a flesh-toned slit, and peeking out, a perfectly drawn pink pussy like something from hentai areola vibes.
Eek... this is kinda embarrassing. Even alone, prepping to masturbate in hooker panties while staring in the mirror?
Eh, whatever. If it gets me this hyped, it's a win.
Next, the bra. ...It's a bit small. I wrestle it over my tits, hook it in back somehow, and check the mirror. Ooh. Insane look staring back.
Tits squished by the too-tight bra, nipples and areolas thrusting shamelessly through the hole—no room for modesty here.
Straighten up for the full view: pale skin contrasted by flashy black lingerie. Fact: any straight guy who doesn't get hard seeing this is either impotent or gay.
I qualify for neither. Sure, getting turned on by my own reflection is weird—but my lust-addled brain couldn't care less.
My hands move on instinct. One down, one up.
"Ngh."
They make contact: tits and pussy. A weak moan slips out unbidden.
"Ah..."
Touching tits and nipples isn't that arousing, but down there—brushing my clit—lewd tingles start building. Gentle. Slow. But unmistakably there.
I feel my pussy getting wetter bit by bit. Arousal climbing steadily.
Time for the adult shop vibrator. Ah, no batteries. Hands leave my body briefly to load them up. Meanwhile, my slutty, aroused form wiggles my hips to keep the fire stoked.
And then—bzzz. Power on, vibrations humming.
...Can't hold back. Press it straight to my throbbing clit.
Level 1, first pattern: mild, monotonous vibes. But this body's a masturbation virgin yet slutty as sin—like a unicorn, a fantasy beast. A fantasy physique. Already primed.
The faint buzz from something not my body hits different. Intense. Novel.
"Hnnngh!"
Fresh, overwhelming pleasure jolts my brain. A short but solid moan bursts out.
My slutty body makes even those moans sound erotic. Turns me on more. Positive feedback loop.
Grind the vibrator slowly over my clit. Overwhelming arousal makes my breaths come ragged, ragged. Weird moans slip out now and then.
Body heats up. Hips buck on their own, pressing my secret spot harder against it. Both toy and pussy in motion, rubbing frantically.
Suddenly, wet squelching—vibrator and folds slick with my juices.
And then, I feel it building.
Ah. Orgasm incoming. Coming. Coming coming.
The peak as a woman surges powerfully.
"Ngh. Ah. Hnnngh."
Here it comes. Comes.
"Nngh. Ahh. Hnn."
Intense energy gathers in my lower belly, pleasure hitting max.
And—climax.
"......Nnnngh."
Ah. Fierce ecstasy rattles my skull. Built-up heat erupts all at once. Pleasure so intense I can't speak, can't scream—just tremble violently, surrendering to the waves.
New kind of bliss. I slump against the wall, quivering.
And I knew it. I'm gonna get addicted to masturbating all over again.