Jane opened her eyes slowly. Her head felt like it was spinning. Did she pass out? As her mind started focusing she tensed up. Bill's voice was the last she she heard. She scrambled to get up and check if Rose was OK, but immediately her body felt wrong. She felt like her chest had more weight to it.
Her eyes shot down and we're met with absurdly huge breasts. Of course her oily skin was still present. However what she was taken aback by were the were big, round and firm breasts, in a way that would make anyone assume she'd had extensive surgery. They heaved with each of her breaths, and the added weight to them was uncomfortable. They looked fake, but to Jane, the weight felt very much like the real, fleshy thing. They were heavy and impossible to ignore.
"Wait what the phuck happened to me?"
As soon as she spoke these words, her fingers shot up to her lips. She had some kind of lisp and it was hard to keep drool from escaping her lips. Feeling around, she could have sworn that her lips had been stung by bees, they were so plump.
Finally she caught a glimpse of her hair. It was now the most fake shade of blonde she could think of. It was like she had deliberately had chosen this colour because she was desperate for attention, even if it was the bad kind. She must have looked ridiculous. It was a far cry from her silky black hair
Suddenly, she was beset by worry. Where was Rose? "that bastard better not have touched her" she gritted her teeth, biting her engorged lips on accident. Then, she finally took her surroundings in. Rose was nowhere to be found, however Jane found herself in the most obnoxiously girly room she'd ever seen. The walls were adorned with a pattern of pink love hearts. The furniture was hot pink. She had posters of hello kitty and Barbie on the walls. Even her TV was pink! It was so garish and distasteful, it was like she woke up to the life of the most clueless woman on earth.
She spotted a mirror.
She got up from the love heart shaped bed she was passed out on and wobbled towards the mirror. She lifted her breasts with her arms in an attempt to alleviate the strain on her back. It didn't help much, but it was slightly better now. She finally saw her reflection. Staring back St her was the very stereotype of a bimbo. Her huge lips, which looked like they were forced into a fake smile by a plastic surgeon. The heavy, slutty make-up that wouldn't come off. Her stupidly large breasts, being lifted by her weak, slender arms were bad enough, but looking down she saw that her waist was thinner than she used to be. It was impossible to get this size unless she was missing a few ribs. The thought made a shiver go up her spine. She was definitely not going to have any sort of physical prowess left of her for that reason alone.
Tentatively, she lowered her vision down to her hips. Of course, they flared out, meaning her butt must have been "enhanced as well". She tried to ignore the added weight to her bottom area but it was clear: her fake and huge looking ass was every bit as fleshy as her comically large breasts.
She was the caricature of a woman in the flesh. She broke down and momentarily forgot herself, bringing her hands up to her face. The new added weight to her body and the changes in her anatomy threw her off and she fell down flat on her face. All she was good for now was either being laughed at or giving guys a stiffy.