
				CARRIER
			By JB/NL <tsunami@xs4all.nl>

Sonia smacked her fist into the concrete wall, pounding it with all her
might, feeling the wall shudder and shake as she smashed her large fist
into the crumbling barrier.
Cursing, she sat down on the bunk, nursing her battered fist, trying to
drive the burning heat between her legs from her mind before getting up,
nearly hitting her head on the ceiling, cursing again as she paced the
narrow confines of her cell.
Fuck, she thought, I've been in here only two days, and I need to get off,
I need to get off really badly.
But most of all I need to get out of this fucking claustrophobic cell.
Loud banging on the door rudely wrecked her train of thought.
"Keep it quiet in there freako, or we'll throw in a teargas canister
next time around!"
In reflexive response, she whirled around and delivered a crushing kick
against the solid steel door, feeling elated as it buckled, but howling
in agony as the sharp stab of pain traveled up from her toes.
Her action was rewarded with a small panel opening in the door and two
hissing, smoking canisters being tossed in before it clanged shut.
Thick white smoke began filling the confined space, and before long she
curled up in a fetal position, wracked with deep, rasping coughing as
she drifted out of consciousness ...

... the bus ride to jail had been such a fucking drag. The driver hunched
over the steering wheel, muttering and cursing, his partner with the 
shotgun in his lap, sizing them up, tied up like cattle as the bus rattled
over the highway from the holding facility to the jail.
They'd already broken down two times, once in the middle of the day, and it
was fucking hot in the half-open bus, with the sun mercilessly beating down
on the steel vehicle, she and the rest of the prisoners unable to even zip
open their prison coveralls because of the restraints.
So when they broke down for a third time, she and the others had started
jeering at the driver, only toning down when the driver's partner had 
racked the shotgun and stared a cold look into the back of the bus.
When he got out to check on those small explosions they had stepped up the
insults, and then everything had gone black as a deliciously sweet,
aromatic scent had permeated the bus ...

A sharp stab in her arm, like being slashed with a knife, only sharper.
She tried to turn to face her attacker but instead rolled over onto the
floor, listless, feeling like her limbs were made of rubber, fully aware
of her surroundings.
"Is she sedated ?"
"No," another voice said, sounding funny, "but I've given her a potent
muscle relaxant that will incapacitate her voluntary muscles."
"Good," voice 1 said, "we have to move this bitch to a more secure cell.
Just look what she did to that wall and the door."
"Good god. So where do we put her ?"
"How long will that relaxant work ?"
"A couple of hours. Well, on normal people. But she's clearly not normal."
Then a black cloth sack was pulled over her head from behind, and another
sharp jab, this time in one of her shapely buttocks, and everything went
pitch black again ...

... drifting back into consciousness she tried to get an orientation point
for her eyes in the matte greyish room, finding none.
Closing her eyes, she felt around until she found a radiused curve joining
the floor with a straight up wall, and used it to get upright.
Naked ? She thought. Why am I naked ? What is this place ? It's certainly
not minimal security state prison. All I did was hook a little and lift 
a few johns' checkbooks to make ends meet.
A door soundlessly slid open, bright light streaming in, as the light in
the small cell she was in slowly dimmed, and the feeling crept up on her
that the walls were closing in on her. Firmly she strode towards the light,
and stepped across the doorsill into a horror movie ...

... woozy from both the anaesthetic and the relaxant she tried to sit up.
After falling over a few times she finally sorted up from down, blinking
her eyes to get used to her new environment.
She waited until her blurry vision cleared and stabilized before looking
around in her new confines.
No windows. A door with a barred gate in the corner. No undersize bunk,
well, prison bunks only came in one size, and Sonia didn't exactly fit
those, well, not anymore anyway. Drain hole in the center. Recessed and
barred lighting in the ceiling. The fucktards, she thought. They put me in
the isolation cell. They'll pay for this.
The cell door swung open, and two figures silhouetted against the bright
light in the gallery appeared, carrying something.
The icy cold water from the firehose jolted her to full consciousness, and
as she tried to turn to avoid the worst of it she felt the pressure scour
against her sensitive skin. They kept it up until she was completely
soaking wet, from head to her toes, before they slammed the thick steel
door shut with a resounding thud.
Shivering, she lay on her side in the rapidly draining pool of water, as
the lights in the cell went out and she was embraced by soothing darkness,
once again slipping out of reality ...

... waking up in the long grass, in the early evening, naked.
But being naked felt ... good. It felt ... yeah, like how she should be.
Nude. Ready. Willing. Able. Hungry. Not for food, but for sex.
She got up and ran her hands down her body, just for the hell of it,
raising question after question in her mind, with no answers.
Why did her body feel trim and tight ? Why were her breasts so full ? Why
was she so fucking horny ? Why did the grass look so small ?
Unable to find an answer she peered around, feeling her environment rather
than seeing it, wondering where she was, her last memory that strange
cell and ... something ... a black hole in her memory ...
Shaking the thought from her head she remembered having long hair, and on
a whim, she ran her hand over her head, feeling a short, prickly bunch of
hair covering her skull. Strange.
Looking around she saw city lights below her in the valley, instantly
picking up on a specific street at the edge of town.
But how had she gotten here ? Never mind, she thought. There'll be a few
guys who will dig a naked woman offering sex for money so I can buy me
some threads. I'll deal with the law later.
She made her way down the slope, through some underbrush and small trees
towards the city.
As she stalked down a path she saw footprints and gamingly put her foot
next to one. Hers was almost 25% larger.

The steel door swung open, letting the bright light from the hallway flood
the darkened cell as one of the guards ran his nightstick over the bars
of the gate, the sound ringing in her ears and snapping her back to where
she was.
"Dinner, freako. Light for 30 minutes."
A large tray with food was slid into the cell, then the door closed and
the light came on.
Quietly, she ate the food on the plate, trying her best to ignore the
insane hunger screaming in her crotch, before pushing the steel tray
between the bars of the cell door, until it was wrapped around them.
She needed it so bad, so bad. Finally she decided on some executive relief
and as the light winked out, she ran her hands over her breasts, over her
stiffening nipples, before plunging one hand between her legs, mashing her
fist in and out, alternately pinching her nipples with her other hand.
Lifting up one breast, she sucked the swelling nipple between her lips, 
roling and pinching the other with her hand as she moved her fist in and
out faster, attempting to relieve herself of the hunger burning in her.
She felt the first signs she was getting there when a hatch in the door
opened and with a sharp "clack" and a painful prick in one of her upper
arms a dart lodged itself. She felt drowsy and weak and before long she
fell over sideways, letting go of the nipple in her mouth, sleepy and
rubbery again as slowly the bright light from the corridor faded ...

... her heart pounded in her chest as she sat down with her back against
a building, hands trembling, head pounding, her breath ragged.
What's happened to me ? What the fuck has happened to me ? The question
just kept repeating itself over and over in her head.
Last thing she remembered, she was an average looking woman, no more than 
five and a half tall, her once-pretty figure lost in years of drinking,
smoking and coping with life.
Here she was, sitting up against the back of a building, body like a model,
breasts of a porn star, eight fucking feet tall. Well, give or take a few
inches, but eight fucking feet tall!
She desperately tried to remember what had happened to her, but all she
found between the prison bus and waking up in the grass on the hill was the
strange cell and a black hole. Why ? Where ? How ? And more importantly,
what now ? She couldn't just waltz into the street and start hooking
herself like this. But she needed it so badly. She just had to have it.
Anyone. She didn't care. She just had to have sex.
She just had to ...

Cold water. Icy cold water scouring against her body, jerking her from her
memories into the present day.
She contorted, turning her back towards the freezing cold stream, feeling
it creep up her back, and before she could tuck in, she took the full
blast to the back of her head until she was completely soaked again, then
the resounding boom as the heavy steel outer door slammed shut again.
They're trying to break me, she realized. They're just trying to break me, 
to make me compliant and willing. Well, fuck'em. If all they bring is a bit
of freezing cold water, I can beat them.
Sitting up again she shook the cold water off her, and shivering with cold,
she closed her eyes and cleared her head, trying to focus on the problem of
getting out, rather than getting off. Well, she thought, if I get out I can
get off, no problem, it's the getting out part that's the problem.
On a hunch, she began to softly tap the floor and ceiling, knowing that any
loud sound would probably only provoke another teargas canister, while her
mind wandered ...

Footsteps. High heels on pavement. A woman approaching.
Doesn't matter, she thought. I don't care if I have to be a dyke, I need
some fucking sex, and I need it now.
A lighter clicking, a faint flash of light around the corner. Breath.
Puffs of acrid smoke drifted around the corner.
Sonia retreated into the darkness behind the building, scared and excited,
expectant of what was to come.
Footsteps again, getting louder, a shadow cast by streetlights approaching
the corner, a silhouette of a slender woman, coming around the building,
walking into the shadow, a glowing stub in her hands as she leaned back
against the wall to smoke the long, thin cigarette.
Sonia's heart thumped in her throat, confused, doubtful. Should she take
the woman ? And how ?
Do it, a voice in her head told her. You're much bigger and stronger than
her - just grab her and run. Run to the woods. Run to the safety of the
darkness. Do it.
She shook her head, afraid of her thoughts, feeling the furnace of lust in
her abdomen roar to life, screaming to be fed, its heat spreading to every
last cell of her body.
She got up.
The smoking woman looked up from her musings, then froze, staring.
Sonia's first step was hesitant; so was the next, but the third step was
determined, and by the next she had her mind set on just one thing.
The other woman dropped her cigarette and inhaled to scream, but Sonia
clapped a large hand over her mouth and seized her, lifting her clear off
the ground, then turned and ran. The woman struggled and writhed, but the
naked giantess held firm, dashing away from the buildings, charging through
the underbrush into the depths of the woods, while the woman's struggles
slowly ceased...

An unexpected hollow sound in the floor shook her out of her memories.
Systematically, she started tapping the floor trying to determine the size
and shape of the void, smiling when she realized it had to be a drain or
something - yeah, that made sense.
The area where the prison was could be subject to torrential rainfall, and
the lockdown wing was probably on the lowest floor - it had to be a storm
drain of some description.
Pleased with her discovery, she sat down and considered her options.
She had no tools other than her strength, no clothes, no protection, and,
if they found her bashing the floor before she broke through they'd
probably move her to another cell, or restrain her somehow.
But hell, it was worth a try.
Laying down near the door, she tried to pick up any sounds from outside,
like guards walking the corridor, or perhaps worse.
Counting to 1000 she laid there and listened. Nothing.
Determined to make it she got up, braced herself against the ceiling and
brought one heel down as hard as she could, hearing the boom echo in the
hollow space below. Nothing. No effect. But, no response either.
Angry at the pain in her foot, angry at the humuliation she had had to
endure so far, angry at not knowing what had done this to her, she stomped
down her heel again, impacting the solid concrete floor again, sending
another loud BOOM echoing, but, this time, also a splintering sound as the
floor chipped and cracked.
Taking a deep breath again, she raised her foot, hearing rapid footfalls
beyond the wall, approaching fast and hard.
Fuck, she thought, here comes the riot squad. Well, nothing to lose now.
As the outer door flew open and light streamed in, she rammed her foot down
as hard as she could, rewarded with the floor splintering and cracking,
before splitting apart revealing a dark, evil hole beneath.
"Oh fuuuuck," Sonia shouted as the floor beneath her feet crumbled and she
vanished down into the darkness ...

She stopped in a little grassy clearing, panting, the limp woman in her
iron grasp.
Shocked at what she'd done, she let her victim fall to the ground, jumping
back in fear.
Oh my god, she thought, I killed her. Or did I ?
Carefully she approached the unconscious figure again, hesitantly putting
a large finger on the woman's neck, feeling a pulse. Alive.
Sonia curiously studied her victim's anorexic physique, estimating the
woman to be in her early thirties, running her hand over the tight-fitting
clothes, from the dirty miniskirt to the spandex athletic top advertising a
local high school with not much underneath.
Gently she pulled the small skirt up and pushed the woman's legs apart,
then lowered her head into the shaved crotch, pressing her tongue in,
parting the woman's nether lips with the very tip, digging deeper, french
kissing her, lips to lust mound, the roaring furnace in her belly cooling
to a simmer as she tasted her victim, flicking her tongue around, feeling
the woman begin to wake up, gyrate, and moan.
She intensified her efforts, and her victim gasped, and she felt hands on
her large full breasts, stroking them, fingers sliding on and over her
nipples.
She kept working the woman's pussy, delving into it with her tongue,
flicking from side to side, using her lips to seal the lust mound in her
mouth, sucking it deep, feeling it swell and grow, hearing her victim moan
and feeling her writhe, not in agony or resistance, but in pleasure.
Sonia increased the pace, twisting her tongue faster, sucking harder, as
the pitch of the moans turned to small screams of lust, the hands on her
stiff, swollen breasts digging in, pulling her nipples, until finally her
victim arched her back and let out a deep crooning moan and surrendered her
fluid to Sonia, who felt the impulse to drink, and drink deep.
As she drank, she felt her breasts fill and swell, even distend some, the
pressure behind her nipples rising, and rising fast.
Pulling away from her victim's crotch, a strange, animalistic instinct deep
inside her took over, and without thought she pushed one of her engorged,
swollen nipples in the woman's face, who accepted it into her mouth and 
began sucking, Sonia amazed to see her huge boobs easily double the size
they had been, thin lines of glowing green rippling across the surface.
Before she had time to think about it, something POPped in the nipple
the woman had been sucking on, and the pressure in both her breasts began
to go down as her victim drank and ... changed ...

Fetid, smelly water washed over her naked form, and she sat up, coughing to
expel what she had gotten into her mouth of it before taking in the dank
surroundings.
In front of her, two dirty, foaming waterfalls of sewage dropped from large
tubes about 10 feet up into the seething, whirling, collection pool she was
sitting on the edge of, lit by a pair of caged sodium lamps, draining away
into a large, roaring channel.
Coughing a few more times, she got up, hit her head on the ceiling, cursed,
then crabbed over to the drainage channel and peeked into it, seeing a long
downward slope disappearing into the darkness.
Looking around, she saw a ladder leading to a manhole in the corner.
Escape, she thought.
Carefully, she slid along the edge of the pool towards the manhole, then
cursed again when she realized she was far too large, especially in the
chest, to fit through it.
She had to get out. If she stayed, she would starve.
She took a deep breath, then started down the chute into the darkness, 
trying to carefully clamber down to the bottom.
About 20 feet down from the chamber one of her feet slipped, and cursing, 
she splashed into the raging torrent sweeping her away, into darkness.
Sonia managed to get one good gasp of air before she reached the bottom and
went under, drowning both in the dirty, untreated water and the pitch black
darkness...

As she drank, the woman's figure began filling out.
Her top began to stretch as a pair of fleshy balloons inflated under them,
and before long, her ample cleavage burst from under the top, below and
above; hard, erect nipples poking through the flexible fabric.
Her hips angled and widened, her legs turned from scrawny, thin sticks into
well-shaped, curvaceous limbs, and when she pulled away from Sonia's
breasts, now back to their former size, she saw her perfectly molded face, 
looking ten years younger than before, and a hell of a lot prettier.
Dumbstruck, Sonia just sat there. What the ...
Then the woman had pushed Sonia on her back and proceeded to expertly eat
out Sonia's large, extremely wet and throbbing pussy, leaving not a single
spot untouched by either tongue or hand, sending her spiraling into total
ecstasy until she erupted into an orgasmic tsunami of juice, changing her
former unwilling victim further, her short strawberry hair growing longer,
richer and curling, until it fell down in seductive long locks to just
below the shoulders.
Horrified of what she had become, Sonia had scrambled to her feet and she
had run, run like the hounds of hell were after her, leaving the stunned
woman, still covered in sticky cum, behind...

Her head broke the surface and instinctively she gasped for air, eyes still
screwed shut against the foul liquid she was in.
A soft, but cold breeze ran over her head and she took the risk of opening
her eyes, looking up at the starry night sky while being swept along in an
open drain channel towards the gaping, churning maw of another tunnel in 
the distance.
She scrambled out of the main flow, and quickly discovered it was shallow
enough for her to stand in, even though the force of the flow made it hard
to stay upright.
No way was she going to get sucked underground again, into another dark
hole from which there might not be any escape.
Escape. She had escaped. Free. Out. Open.
Scrambling up and out of the concrete channel she found herself in a hilly
landscape dotted with rows of trees.
I must've been carried for miles, she thought, trying to locate the prison
building, but not seeing anything resembling it.
She felt tired. Tired and hungry. She stumbled to a row of trees, prepared
to eat even the leaves if need be, then broke out laughing hysterically.
She was in an orchard. Apples. Deliciously sweet apples.
She ate her fill of the sweet fruit, then, following the tree rows, leading
to a large, old farm shed with a hayloft.
She climbed up, nestled deep down into the straw and promptly fell asleep.

She charged through the underbrush, dodging trees, swatting branches out of
her way as she ran, and ran, until she stumbled over a stone, lost her
balance and fell flat on the ground, breathing hard, tears in her eyes.
What the fuck had she become ? What had happened to her ? Why ? How ? Who ?
Sobbing, she laid on the ground, curling up, crying, trying her best to
ignore the pulsing, burning sensation between her legs, demanding her
attention, demanding satisfaction, demanding sex. Here. Now. Lots.
She forced herself upright, her breath ragged from the headlong charge and
the episode of sobbing.
She began to slowly walk, no idea where to, still reeling from what she
had done. What she was capable of. How to control it.
Spying a car slowing to a halt on a dirt road, she hunched down, and the
lust-driven animal inside her took over. The hunt was on again.
Hiding in the darkness just off the road she waited for the driver to get
out and walk to the side of the road to urinate, and as he zipped up his
pants having relieved himself she leapt out and pounced on him, roughly
planting her lips on his, locking him in a crushing embrace, sending them
rolling off the road's shoulder into the field next to it.
She felt his limp dick get hard inside his pants, felt his struggle cease
and instead, his hands began running over her body, groping her ass and
her tits, and she let go of her crushing embrace, unzipping the fly on his
pants, revealing his cock.
	Hungrily, she moved her head down to his groin and sucked his
shaft in her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it.
"Oh yeah baby," the man groaned, "give it to me."
So you want it now, do you, her consciousness noticed. About a minute ago
you were fighting and punching me. Well I don't care. I'll give it to you.
Gently she began blowing his cock, feeling it grow and get more erect in
her mouth.
Bigger, she thought, else I won't even fucking feel him inside of me.
She bobbed her head up and down, toying with his balls with one hand, never
letting up the pace of her blowjob, feeling his erection reach the back of
her mouth, feeling his balls swell up and fill his scrotum.
Am I doing this ? She wondered. If so, then this is fucking great.
Pulling his massively swollen dick out of her mouth, she shielded it from
his view by pushing it down and gently stroking it.
"Wanna get fucked, honey ?" she asked, her voice deep and husky.
"Anything you want baby, anything. Go ahead."
She reared up, then carefully positioning herself, she put the head of his
enhanced dick against her large, pulsing clit and let him gasp for breath
as she massaged her erecting lust knob with it, before guiding it into
her dripping wet, fiery hot pussy and began to slowly thrust.
Oh god, she thought. He's much bigger than I hoped. I feel so deliciously
loaded right now. But I still gotta have more.
Gyrating her massive hips, she began to stroke and massage his balls, never
letting up the pace on her lustful maneuvers, softly moaning in pleasure,
sending her partner ... well, victim really, gasping for breath as she 
relentlessly drove him towards his climax, feeling her own crotch swelling
and tightening in anticipation, her breasts and nipples erecting, her
senses sharpening as she put him on final approach to Climax.
"Give it to me," she moaned, "give it to me honey, all of it," feeling his
balls swell in her hand again.
She upped the pace, using one hand to visually stimulate him as she lifted
one of her large, solid breasts up to her face and began licking the
turgid, engorged nipple, feeling it swell even further in her mouth and
under her tongue, sensing his dick stretch and feeling the throb preceeding
a climactic eruption ...

A loud whoop-whoop-whoop tore her from her reverie in the hayloft as a
bright searchlight swept over the barn.
Helicopter. Would they have mounted a search for her already ?
She froze in fear, making herself as small as possible, waiting for the 
light and sound to go away.
What felt like hours later the light died down and the thumping sound of
rotorblades disappeared into the distance.
Can't stay here, she thought, panicked.
Have to keep moving. Where to go ? What to do ?
Early evening had given way to the dead of night as she stepped out of the
barn, trying to get her bearings.
She stood outside and took a deep breath, clearing her mind, trying to make
a decision, when she tasted salt on the wind. Maybe there was solace in the
sea, she thought. Worth a try.
Determining her direction, she started, dodging apple trees and stepping
over fences as she went, nervously keeping an eye out for cover and for
any search parties she suspected were out looking for her.
As she checked the sky for aircraft, she missed the ground abruptly
changing directions from horizontal to near-vertical, and before she fully
realized what was going on, she was plunging down a cliff.
She screwed her eyes shut, certain this would be the end, hoping to at
least catch a flash of her past life passing by ...

She felt his warm, delicious cum shoot deep inside her, felt herself being
rejuvenated, strengthening, her body flush with warmth, not a burning
sensation, but a radiant heat spreading to every cell of her body as she
milked every last drop from him, feeling him go flacid inside her.
Annoyed she jiggled her breasts for him "hey honey, look at these here."
but got no response.
He had passed out.
Angry she stood up, letting his soft dick pull from her pussy, astounded
at the size of it.
Good lord, she thought. He's hung like a fucking stallion now. I'd better
get the hell out of here before he comes to and freaks out.
Again, she turned and ran, not looking which way, just away from where she
had come, away from the stationary car and the unconscious man beside it.
She found herself running down an unpaved road, until she tripped over
something at the roadside and fell down hard, hitting her head on something
hard and unyielding, knocking her out cold.

She hit the water with all the grace of a hunk of rock, going under as she
flailed to stay on the surface in the large breakers, desperately trying to
swim away from the merciless pounding of the waves onto the cliff.
She went under once more, came up again, struggled, managed to get into a
crosscurrent, then had to fight a vicious riptide carrying her away from
shore, before hitting calmer waters. A beach loomed in the moonlight, and
she used her last reserves of strength to reach it, crawling out of the
water wheezing and gasping. So much for quiet times on the seaside, she 
thought bitterly, curling up in a sheltered corner of the beach against
the sheer walls beyond the beach.
Sleep, she thought, I need sleep. Soon the washing waves blurred and the
sparkling sand dimmed as her eyes fell shut and she collapsed into a heap,
solidly asleep from exhaustion.

Slowly she came to, aware she was in totally different surroundings.
The quiet country road had been replaced with the bustling noise of 
someplace civilized, and the soft sand and grass had given way to hard,
solid concrete.
She felt fabric on her skin and it irritated her, chafing like hell.
She tried to sit up, but quickly found she had been solidly restrained, and
blinking a few times she tried to identify her location as best she could
from her uncomfortable position on the cold floor.
Bars. A cell. Prison. She sighed. Well, this was the end of the ride then.
From here it would be a straight ride to prison with additional time for
being an escapee.
Muted voices in the hallway.
Pretending to be still out cold she laid down motionless on the floor, the
rough fabric of the large white sheet chafing on her skin.
"Who or what is she ?" A gravelly male voice asked.
"We don't know sheriff," a woman's, no, girl's voice said. "We found her by
the side of a road, naked and unconscious."
"Well, better call them big city boys to come cart her off. I don't want
this kind of weird trouble in my county."
"In the meantime, what do we do with her ?"
"Keep her tied up in that cell. I don't want any trouble with those weird
sightings lately. Prison buses falling from the sky. Multiple statements,
sworn ones even, of UFO sightings. No, this is strictly city stuff."
Footsteps disappearing down the corridor again.
	The 'city people' had come sooner than she had expected, had
roughly stuck an injection needle in her shoulder, immobilizing her.
One of them had liberally inked her one of her limp hands, pressing it
against a sheet of cardboard.
They had carried her outside into a van, bundled her up in the back of it,
and while they drove over a bumpy road one of them had taken a call on his
cellphone, and after completing it, had adressed her.
"Well, Sonia Dawson. I don't know what hormone treatment you took and which
plastic surgeon you went to in the past two weeks, but you're going to
where you belong - in jail."
The mere realization of having to be locked away for any length of time
has frightened her. The fact she was incapable of doing anything about it
frustrated her endless. I'll get out, she swore. I'll get out even if it is
the last thing I'll ever do. But I will get out.
As the van pulled up to what sounded like a gate, one of the people in the
front seat bent backwards with a syringe in his hand.
"Now hold still, this won't hurt a bit ..."

A soft thrumming sound reverberated through her body, waking her up as a
bright light enveloped her, and a familiar sweet aroma filled her nostrils
as sleep once more enveloped her.
Sonia's final sensations were several pairs of hands picking her up and
carrying her someplace, and as the sweet aroma dwindled and her
consciousness slipped away, she thought she saw a bluish figure in front
of her, feeling soft, silky hands cupping and weighing her breasts.
somehow, she felt ... home ?