Jen helplessly watched as her body walked over to her expansive wardrobe, sifting through dresses and skirts before coming across something that sent shivers down her spine. First, a pair of jeans with a button fly and side zippers that went most of the way up the sides, with back and side flap pockets that also buttoned. Second, an extra small denim tube top, complete with two button flap pockets on either side of the chest, which also left her midriff completely exposed. And of course this was button up too, with a grand total of six buttons not including the pockets.
First, her body decided to put on the top, buttoning all six buttons but leaving the pockets unbuttoned. The top pushed up her ample breasts and have her considerable amounts of cleavage, even without a bra, only for her breasts to balloon outwards more, until the top was stretched even tighter, with her nipples poking through the tough fabric above the pockets, right at the bottom of what would be the waistband on a pair of jeans, melding with it until it became like a second skin. She shuddered as she felt the eight buttons connect to her nervous system, becoming as sensitive as clits, and even stranger, the two pockets transforming into vaginas inside of her breasts.
Before she had time to process this though, her body started to put on the jeans. All the pockets were left open as each button of the fly was buttoned, until reaching the last button. She felt her insides shift and rearrange as her normal vagina disappeared, and eight new ones took its place, two on her ass cheeks, two on the sides of her thighs, two very tight normal jeans pocket vaginas in front, and finally, strangest of all, two impossibly huge vaginas formed behind the massive zippers on the sides of her legs. Oh, and if that wasn’t enough, add another seven clits to the pile.
Finally back in control of her body, Jen immediately tried to remove her new denim skin, only to brush past her many clit-buttons. She felt arousal in all eight vaginas at once, doubling over at the sensations. She ran her hands over her multitude of buttons, crying out in ecstasy. Slipping a hand into each of her pants pockets, she began fingering her pocket pussies until they came, soaking her denim skin in her juices. She still felt just as horny, and instead decided to raid her stash, shoving vibrators in all four of her other pants pockets, as well as going to work on her breast pockets. Shoving her hands inside her breasts was certainly strange but her horniness overwhelmed any of those feelings. Reaching a sextuple climax, she *still* somehow felt unfulfilled, and decided the only solution was to unzip her enormous leg pussies. Starting from her ankles, she slowly slid the zipper up further and further, revealing more and more glistening pink pussy below. The sheer side of them should have been impossible, let alone on her legs. She shoved a fist in the huge canal near her ankles, only to bottom out after barely any amount of her hand had entered. These two vaginas were still the same depth and width as her normal one, just stretched incredibly long. Running her hands up and down the expanse of pussy, she quickly reached a final climax, with both leg pussies soaking the floor with juices.
After taking a minute to catch her breath, Jen noticed something odd. Her breasts felt full. Specifically, she felt like she had to pee, but the pressure was centered around her tits. She rushed to the bathroom, holding her chest over the toilet. She released like she would when going to the bathroom, but only a tiny amount trickled from her nipples. It felt kind of like being constipated, but for peeing. Frantically, she tugged and pulled at her nipples, trying to release the pressure inside her boobs, but the progress was slow. Eventually she figured out a rhythm for milking herself, and at last the pressure had subsided, with a toilet full of breast milk. “I’m going to need a milking machine or something.” She groaned.