Joy felt a 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 when she saw herself, to which her nethers quivered, an urge that quivered when she saw the leaking juices flowing down her mirages drumstick thighs. Her hand grazed her needy cunt, sending pleasurable shivers spiking into her mind that shook her legs. She blinked belatedly, despite her sheer 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 to ravage herself into orgasm at the sight in the mirror, she felt there was something missing from her hand, something she 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 if she was to ravage herself. Her hand grasped at empty air for 10 agonizing seconds as her mind grasped for what was missing until a glimpse in the edge of her vision made it come crashing back.
With a 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 to satisfy and a level of ultimately pointless irritation at herself, Joy rushed to her nightstand and snatched her 1-foot horsecock from beside her inactive alarm clock, rushed back in front of her full-body mirror and went to her knees, then she shoved the fat dildo up her needy snatch with a wet '𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱'. "Aahhn!~" Came the horny, lusting and seductive voice from those fat neon-pink painted DSLs, naked breastflesh from those two gigantic globes smooshed against cool glass in desperate need to pass beyond to mingle with the pair on the other side. Wet '𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘴' came in rapidfire parallel to the rythmic moaning that saturated the bedroom, one hand smashed a fat foot-long horsecock in and out of an overflowing cunt at a steady yet relentless, unbothered pace borne of a daily occurance in an incalculably long timeframe, the other hand busy relentlessly teasing and groping the smooshed globular peaks, twisting and rolling a giant teat without pause.
And with a mechanical precision that never bored, Joy felt the edge come closer and closer with every moan, dildo-thrust and nipple twist. And nevertheless she continued her pace until the 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 edge, unwilling to slow nor speed up until the last stop. And on the precipice of her f̶i̶r̶s̶t̶ female orgasm, she dove forward, clasping her giant lips onto her mirage in the mirror in a deep kiss even as with all the rest of her might she smashed her rear down on her prized dildo, impaling her womb in one fell swoop and diving over the edge of climax. Joy quivered in the aftermath, a white haze over her sealed vision, a torrent of pussyjuice had coated the self-cleaning floor under her as her pussy clamped down on the phallic object rammed deep inside her, keeping it, for now, 6 inches lodged into her womb, creating a rather obvious bulge in her very toned belly.
And with her daily masturbation/worship to herself over, Joy released her deep kiss with her mirage with a loud '𝘱𝘰𝘱', leaving a neon-pink impression of her giant DSLs on the mirror as she pulled back, sitting down on her massive ass and winking to her mirage. "This ones for you gorgeous.~" She purred in her most seductive voice possible as she leaned back, showing off her gaping and still leaking, fat cunt nestled between her spread drumsticks. Her hand reached down and plunged into the gaping maw of erogenous flesh without pause, doing a task she's done for incountable long years.
She moaned deeply as her hand intentionally rubbed and teased her vaginal walls, fingers dancing across sensitive flesh before they found their target, and with a solid yank and loud moan, Joy had retrieved the completely juice-drenched form of her prized 1-foot horsecock from her womb. "See you next time.~" Joy whispered to the mirror as she walked out of her bedroom into her apartment washroom and deposited her dildo into the appropriate slot in the sex-toy washer before she doused herself in a Clube-Me, a hybrid lubricant, cleaning solution for when you're going somewhere but have just finished making out with someone or having a sensual you-moment and dont want to appear to be 'sweaty' unless you were working out.
Then Joy went back to her bedroom and first deposited her premium horsecock back on her nightstand, then give it a quick kiss on the head, then went and cleaned her mirror with a self-cleaning rag. After that was taken care of Joy opened her wardrobe and browsed through her large collection of scandalously skimpy clothing deserving of being used by a bod like Joys. "Hmm, you know what. Im feeling generic today.~" She purred as she picked out a 'simple' white 'croptop' (A normal croptop would not do the absolute bare-minimum when it came to covering a womans tits, being dependant solely upon their fat beercan-wide nipples to stay on at all, nor would they be so thin they verged on barely see-through), simple pink panties (with two large holes that fit snugly around a fat anus and cunt, thereby not actually covering anything except for the surrounding skin), a pretty black skirt (it would be more appropriate to call it a microskirt, being worn around her hips yet so short nothing of note was actually obscured), two actually normal white thigh-high stockings and a pair of black 6-inch stiletto heels.
Dressed to impress, just like every porn-star in the world, in appropriately generic clothing according to her whims. Joy finally thought about what to do with her day (and/or night), and took the opportunity to look out her bedroom window, gladly ignoring the sounds of furious masterbation from her neighbor above as she looked over the apartment complex, one of hundreds surrounding this city. She saw friends walking together, talking together, masturbating together or to the pair of lovers that were busy relentlessly making out romantically underneath a lemontree, sitting on a communal bench lined with communal 1-foot dildos together.
Joy then had an odd thought, why did everyone live in apartments? Well, wasn't it obvious? So that everyone had a home, noone really lived together unless they were Lovers or really old and good friends. No families? noone's part of a family silly, really good friends who share almost everything in common might claim to be 'Twins' or 'Sisters' but noone was born so to eachother, not to mention noone's ever been born. Ever. Joy shook her head, why was she having these odd thoughts? Was it something to do with the Chronivac?
The program in question was still running on her simple yet trusty computer, ever since it woke her with its alarm. Speaking of alarm, Joy checked and saw that it was a simple 'Process Completed, Enjoy!' notification, though with an option to undo, Joy was about to noncommitedly close the notification when some strange part of her asked her to 'change back'. She was taken aback by how strange it was, mulling over the stray thought and looking down at her scant-clad M-cup bosom and equally as ridiculous buttocks, both flipping gravity the middle finger with their very existence. Then she looked into the mirror at her neon-pink dick-sucker-lips and her tasteful (extreme) makeup framed by a silky-smooth curtain of luscious brown hair, at her normal (ridiculous) hourglass curves from the almost comically-thin waist and very wide hips to her mountainous bust and derriere. She was not moved from her opinion.
"I am Joy, and my body is 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵.~" She reaffirmed, metaphorically wiping away the last remnants of her previous reality and personality as she removed the alarm notification with the undo button and quickly found a 'set baseline reality' function in the Chronivac which she immediatelly pressed. With that done, she sighed, where was she? Ah yes, should she use the Chronivac before going out? Solo or with friends?
Yes or No for Chronivac