… apparently someone else’s living room. It had the usual living room furnishings like a couch and a big flat screen and a coffee table, but everything seemed twice the size it should be. It certainly wasn’t her living room in any case.
Besides that, Jennifer’s body was a little different too. For one she was wearing a different outfit, a green overalls skirt with a yellow blouse, white and yellow striped stockings, and little green flats. Her whole body was suddenly very lithe and thin, to the point she’d become flat chested and had almost no butt. Everything about her seemed rather delicate, but something told her that her body could handle a lot being done to it.
“The biggest question is,” Jennifer said to herself, “who’s house is this?”
She heard heavy footsteps coming her way. She turned towards the door to the living room into a dining room and saw what was apparently the house’s occupant. This woman looked a fair bit overweight, with exposed jiggling arms that patted her fat, protruding tummy. She wore a maroon strapless leather bodice that only just barely contained her overflowing, jiggling boobs. She also had on a latex pencil skirt squeezed around her double wide butt and Pixar-Mom thighs that practically hugged around most every fold or bulge. Tying this woman’s ensemble together were lacy tights and black leather boots. Of course, a fairly conspicuous aspect of this woman was the thick bulge visible on her crotch. Somehow Jennifer knew exactly why that bulge was present.
This woman was a hermaphrodite.
Jennifer, for some reason, felt drawn to this large, ten foot tall hermaphroditic woman. It was almost as though she was a source of comfort and safety, but also of… pleasurable pain? She cautiously and timidly walked towards the woman, feeling dwarfed by her commanding, dominant presence.
“H-hello?” Jennifer spoke towards the woman. The ten foot tall girl looked over at Jennifer’s direction, then angled her gaze downwards at the small girl, and almost immediately her eyes lit up.
“Oh there’s my dolly!” the woman beamed from ear to ear as she grabbed Jennifer from underneath her arms. Jenny felt her arms and legs go limp the moment she was picked up, and although she could still feel them she lost control over them. All she could operate were her fingers. She was brought up to eye level with this woman’s smiling face. That’s when she finally recognized who this woman was, exactly.