Présentation de l'éditeur
Soon, she becomes more interested in getting off and enjoying her newfound power than wondering what caused this unusual affliction. What follows is the beginning of a sexy adventure as she grows from a timid girl to a lustful woman...
“Is this me?” she moaned, needing to hear her own voice. Her hands searched herself, feeling for padding and finding none. Seeing her unrecognizable hands roaming her torso made her feel even more aroused. It was easy to pretend they weren’t hers but the spindly fingers of Kole, exploring her with sensual curiosity.
Chelsea touched the mirror and her hands went back to her face again as she backed away.
She shook her head.
“This is too much, this just can’t be real,” she said, spreading her wings to flop down on the bed, nearly smacking her head against the backboard. It was a queen sized bed but now she seemed to spill out of it like a drunken parent passing out in their child's crib. Ever since she’d noticed how different she looked, her skin hadn't stopped tingling.
Chelsea turned imaginary cartwheels at the sheer madness of it. There was no way any of this was real and soon she would just come to, laying in that same position and taking up a lot less space than she was now.
If she could calm down, maybe nap, this could all be over in the morning and she could put it behind her. None of this was possible, of course. Looking at her, a normal person might conclude that the problem was in her head, no matter what proof she had. It wasn’t her fantasy to be big, she’d just wanted to be noticed.
Only now did she realize her hand was still there. Well, both hands and both places you might call there, one hand inside her bra, testing the stiffness of her nipple and the other idly brushing over the wiry bramble of hair between her legs, working her pulse up.
She wanted to apologize but there was no one else there to hear it so she kept her mouth shut. Then it opened and she took her hand away from between her legs.
“Get a grip,” she whispered to herself, clasping her folded hands over her nose. Her fingers smelled like nervous sweat.
“Uh,” said Doug. “You okay, baby?”