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It was peak-hour work traffic on your typical Monday morning when Emily hopped onto the train. Her eyes quickly began to dart around, desperate for the small miracle of an open seat upon which she could rest. A kind stranger, who had noticed her visible struggle, was considerate enough to stand and allow her to wedge her thicc butt between two well-dressed salarymen. Both had been staring at their phones idly to waste away the commute. Now they had something infinitely more entertaining to stare at - their seat neighbor’s positively GIGANTIC tiddies. With each little bump and jostle along the track her freakishly huge 20-pound beach ball-sized badonkeroos bounced and jiggled, constantly threatening to bust a button or slip a nip for the perverted crowd to all enjoy. A dark wave of cruel humiliation swept over the poor pink-haired girl as she closed her eyes and begged for the trip to be over as fast as possible.
It hadn’t always been this way. Before that day, Emil had been a dude. A very regular dude. Well, he did like anime, especially the more ‘mature’ side of things... and he loved nothing more than cute ladies with positively gigantic busts. He could spend hours jerking off to that stuff. But he’d never imagined that HE would one day find himself in that position; lugging around a pair of ridiculously-huge and heavy boobies so big that they turned every head like this. And that’s exactly that position that he - or should I now say, SHE - found herself in once she read that cursed hentai doujin. Now Emily was trapped in this body of some cutely-dressed pink-haired sweetheart with the kind of absurdly huge breasts you only ever saw in two dimensions (before today).
With every minor shake, her anime-proportioned boobs careened in tandem, conspiring against their bearer to plap against her seat-neighbors like some pillowy human Newton’s cradle. And in her feeble attempt to avoid any pervert’s gaze, she averted her eyes and was instead greeted by a visual parade of diamond-stiff soldiers in every man’s pants. She could understand better than any woman exactly what had caused such a stir in their trousers, but knowing that it was all her fault (despite her best efforts to keep to modesty) was a supreme embarrassment. And wow even the ticket inspectors were eyeing her off... not that anybody was looking at HER eyes. It wasn’t her fault she was dressed like this, with this tiny little skirt, this squishy absolute territory, and this plunging neckline that was the Mariana Trench of fluffy pink tops! The only clothes she had that fit were the ones she had transformed with!
And then the worst happened. The train drew to a sudden unexpected stop. Commuters fell into each other like bowling pins in a rock tumbler, scattering into a temporarily-awkward pile of flesh. And Emily, who had similarly been tossed about by the tempest of the traincar, was similarly thrown about until she was crushing some poor 20-something man’s face beneath the weight of her mammoth mammaries. Both of them looked winded by the whole sordid ordeal as Emily, after finally re-gathering her bearings amidst the chaos, struggled and failed to pry herself off the floor with these stupidly weighty anchors keeping her similarly pinned to the floor. A couple ‘helpful’ volunteers grabbed her by the titties and with a decent heave lifted her up (though she had a good suspicion their intentions were anything but charitable). The poor man she had crushed gasped for air... though even he seemed not too fazed by the entire thing. After all, that tent down there seemed to be at risk of tearing a hole in his blue denims.
“Apologies, passengers...” a voice called over the intercom. “...for the stoppage. There has been a failure on the line ahead and we may be here for several minutes while we wait for the green light to go ahead. Please remain where you are.” Emily looked about at the congregation of lewd-looking men about her, all giving her the impression that they would have their way with her if given one moment alone, and blushed in worried fear. And this would be every day of her life from now onwards, forever...
It hadn’t always been this way. Before that day, Emil had been a dude. A very regular dude. Well, he did like anime, especially the more ‘mature’ side of things... and he loved nothing more than cute ladies with positively gigantic busts. He could spend hours jerking off to that stuff. But he’d never imagined that HE would one day find himself in that position; lugging around a pair of ridiculously-huge and heavy boobies so big that they turned every head like this. And that’s exactly that position that he - or should I now say, SHE - found herself in once she read that cursed hentai doujin. Now Emily was trapped in this body of some cutely-dressed pink-haired sweetheart with the kind of absurdly huge breasts you only ever saw in two dimensions (before today).
With every minor shake, her anime-proportioned boobs careened in tandem, conspiring against their bearer to plap against her seat-neighbors like some pillowy human Newton’s cradle. And in her feeble attempt to avoid any pervert’s gaze, she averted her eyes and was instead greeted by a visual parade of diamond-stiff soldiers in every man’s pants. She could understand better than any woman exactly what had caused such a stir in their trousers, but knowing that it was all her fault (despite her best efforts to keep to modesty) was a supreme embarrassment. And wow even the ticket inspectors were eyeing her off... not that anybody was looking at HER eyes. It wasn’t her fault she was dressed like this, with this tiny little skirt, this squishy absolute territory, and this plunging neckline that was the Mariana Trench of fluffy pink tops! The only clothes she had that fit were the ones she had transformed with!
And then the worst happened. The train drew to a sudden unexpected stop. Commuters fell into each other like bowling pins in a rock tumbler, scattering into a temporarily-awkward pile of flesh. And Emily, who had similarly been tossed about by the tempest of the traincar, was similarly thrown about until she was crushing some poor 20-something man’s face beneath the weight of her mammoth mammaries. Both of them looked winded by the whole sordid ordeal as Emily, after finally re-gathering her bearings amidst the chaos, struggled and failed to pry herself off the floor with these stupidly weighty anchors keeping her similarly pinned to the floor. A couple ‘helpful’ volunteers grabbed her by the titties and with a decent heave lifted her up (though she had a good suspicion their intentions were anything but charitable). The poor man she had crushed gasped for air... though even he seemed not too fazed by the entire thing. After all, that tent down there seemed to be at risk of tearing a hole in his blue denims.
“Apologies, passengers...” a voice called over the intercom. “...for the stoppage. There has been a failure on the line ahead and we may be here for several minutes while we wait for the green light to go ahead. Please remain where you are.” Emily looked about at the congregation of lewd-looking men about her, all giving her the impression that they would have their way with her if given one moment alone, and blushed in worried fear. And this would be every day of her life from now onwards, forever...