Gigantic Toys

Where the fuck am I? Daniel thought to himself when he woke up. He was not in his bed, his room, or even his house. On top of that, there was a pile of long, jet-black hair sitting on his face. Confused, but still too groggy to think straight, he simply blew it out of the way without a second thought. Damn, my head killing is me. I need some water. He sat up in bed and threw off the covers when a bizarre truth made itself known to him. Before his eyes was the body of a young, busty, Asian woman. The movement of the arms matched what his brain told his own arms to do, and the divide between seeing and being finally closed. Without knowing why, he finally understood what had happened. He had a minor moment of panic and fell back onto the mattress.

What the fuck is this? What happened to my body? Why am I... this chick? He began to feel his new body, exploring the differences in his skin, the features on his face, the curve of his hips, and the large mounds of fat on his chest. Jesus. Are these actually as big as they seem? Or are my hands just ridiculously small now? They were in fact quite large. Daniel played with his new toys for the better part of an hour, kneading and squeezing them without ever getting bored of it. Eventually he realized how much time was going by and decided to get up for the day. Standing straight up, he got a sense for how short he was now. He also saw the other features he had yet to play with. Who goes to bed naked anyway? That's just asking me to masturbate.