Get up and personal with your "New Neighbor"

You leave your apartment, closing the door behind you with a soft click. The hallway smells of old carpet and cooking grease. Your heart pounds as you walk the few steps to Kimmy's door - it still has the tarnished '3B' that used to mark Mrs. Chen's apartment.

You knock three times. Fast, nervous raps.

"Coming!" The voice that answers is high-pitched and breathy, nothing like the raspy tone you'd heard from Mrs. Chen just hours ago. You hear the click of heels on hardwood - when did she get hardwood floors? - and then the door swings open.

Kimmy Chen stands in the doorway, and seeing her in person steals your breath. The phone screen hadn't prepared you for the reality. She's shorter than the elderly Mrs. Chen was, maybe five-foot-two, but her proportions are absolutely cartoonish. Those breasts push out from her crop top like two beachballs, defying physics. Her waist is impossibly narrow, then flaring to wide hips wrapped in those tiny jean shorts. Her face is heavily made up - smoky eyeshadow, glossy lips, false lashes so thick they look like caterpillars.

"Oh my god, hiiii!" she squeals, genuine delight spreading across her features. "You're like, from next door, right? I'm Kimmy! I don't think we've properly met yet!"

She extends a hand with long acrylic nails painted hot pink. Her grip is soft, her hand tiny in yours.

"Sorry for knocking so late," you manage.

"Oh em gee, no worries! I was just editing some content for my Insta! I literally never sleep before like, 3am anyway!" She giggles, playing with a strand of her platinum hair. "Do you wanna come in? I was about to make some cosmos! Well, okay, I was gonna order cosmos on Postmates because I can never remember how to make them? But still!"

She steps back, gesturing you inside with an enthusiasm that seems utterly genuine. Behind her, you can see that her apartment has completely transformed. Gone are the antique furniture and old photographs. Now it's all white modern furniture, ring lights on tripods, a vanity covered in makeup.

"I feel like I know you from somewhere though," Kimmy says, tilting her head with a confused puppy expression. "Have we met before? Like at SoulCycle or something?"

She has no memory. None at all. The seventy-something librarian who lived here for decades has been completely erased, replaced by this giggling bimbo who thinks she's always existed.

You step across the threshold, letting your words hang in the air between you. Kimmy's glossed lips part slightly, her expression cycling through confusion, then comprehension, then something that looks like pure delight.

"Oh my god, are you like, hitting on me?" She giggles, one hand coming up to twirl a platinum strand around her finger. "That's so hot! Nobody's been this forward with me in like... well, okay, lots of guys are forward with me, but you're my neighbor! That makes it way hotter!"

She pulls you fully inside, closing the door behind you with a click. The apartment is warm, smelling of vanilla body spray and some kind of fruity cocktail. Her heels click as she walks deeper into the space, then she spins to face you, hands on her hips.

"So like, just to be clear," she says, biting her lower lip in what's clearly a practiced gesture, "you came over here at midnight because you think I'm hot and you wanna fuck me?" The crude word sounds almost innocent coming from her breathy voice. "Because like, full disclosure? I think you're pretty hot too! I mean, I literally just met you, but I'm getting like, major good vibes!"

She takes a step closer, close enough that you can see the glitter in her eyeshadow, smell the sweetness of her perfume. Those massive breasts are practically at your chest level, straining against the thin fabric of her crop top.

"I was actually getting super horny anyway," she continues with absolutely no shame or filter. "I was scrolling through my Insta and all the comments were making me feel all tingly, you know? Like, I love when guys tell me I'm pretty! It makes me feel so good!" Her hand reaches out, fingertips brushing against your arm. "You think I'm pretty, right? Like, be honest!"

Her eyes are wide, genuinely seeking validation. There's something almost childlike in her need for approval, despite the pornographic body and the sexual situation.

"We could totally have sex," she says matter-of-factly. "I mean, if you want to! I'm on birth control and I literally just got tested last week because I'm like, super responsible about that stuff!" She pauses, then adds with a giggle, "Well, okay, my manager made me get tested for my OnlyFans content, but still! I'm clean!"

She's already reaching for the hem of her crop top, clearly ready to escalate immediately if you give any indication of interest.

Kimmy's face lights up like you've just given her the best news of her life. "Yay!" she squeals, and without any hesitation whatsoever, she grabs the hem of her crop top and yanks it up and over her head in one fluid motion.

Her breasts bounce free, absolutely massive and defying gravity in a way that seems physically impossible. They're perfectly round, tanned all over with no tan lines, topped with small pink nipples that are already hardening in the air. She tosses the crop top aside carelessly.

"Do you like them?" she asks, cupping them and pushing them together. "I got them done like six months ago and they're literally my favorite thing ever! They're 800 CCs each!" She giggles, jiggling them for your benefit. "The surgeon said I should go smaller but I was like, no way, go big or go home, right?"

She's already working on her jean shorts, wiggling her hips as she shimmies them down her thick thighs. She's not wearing any underwear. Her pussy is completely bare, waxed smooth, the lips already glistening with arousal.

"I'm like, so wet already," she announces with zero shame, stepping out of the shorts and kicking them away with her heels. She's completely naked now except for those stilettos, her pornographic body on full display. "Where do you wanna do it? The couch? My bed? Oh my god, we could do it right here on the floor! I'm totally flexible!"

She steps closer to you, her hands reaching for your shirt, tugging at it eagerly. Her touch is electric, those manicured nails scraping lightly against your skin as she works to undress you with the enthusiasm of someone unwrapping a present.

"You're gonna fuck me so good, right?" she breathes, looking up at you with those wide, mascara-ringed eyes. "I can tell you're gonna be amazing! I have like, really good instincts about this stuff!" Her hand slides down to palm your crotch through your pants, feeling your hardness. "Oh my god, you're so hard already! That's so hot!"

She drops to her knees right there in her living room, hands working at your belt buckle with practiced efficiency. "I'm gonna suck your cock first, okay? I'm literally so good at blowjobs! All my fans tell me so!" She looks up at you with genuine pride. "I can like, totally deepthroat! Wanna see?"