Walk to Serena's home.

I keep walking down the streets in long energic strides, eyes set forward and chest wiggling on every step. I'm way too impatient and eager to walk normally or to properly experience what is like being 'outside' as a beautiful woman.
I'll have time for that, eventually. Right now what I really want is...

I look down to the bulky mass under my chin while struggling to contain my excited smile.

What I really want is to restart what I was doing before, inside that hospital room. I still can feel the heat all over this strange body. The itch is still there, it hasn't gone anywhere. And I can clearly feel Serena's nipples poking forward, tightly pressed against the bra cups.

It is a real struggle, to keep myself from stroking these babies. But I'm in the middle of the street, permanently surrounded by people walking by, and I'm already getting more than enough stares from all directions just by 'existing' as Serena, so I can imagine the uproar if I suddenly started massaging my huge rack on plain view.

No. I might be horny, but my arousal is still not strong enough to overcome both my natural shyness and my common sense. Still, I have to constantly keep myself in check, telling my shaky hands to stay down and refrain from doing anything stupid.

"Control yourself, Mark, control yourself. Serena lives right nearby, so you won't have to wait for long." I mutter in Serena's mellow voice.

It's fascinating how, despite not knowing the actual address or how her place even looks like, I still know where to go or which corners to turn thanks to the effects from my wish.

After some 15 minutes, I stop in front of an apartment block and look up. It is fairly big and nice-looking. It reminds me a little of the building I used to live, though this one seems to be a bit older. Still... -I smile- It looks well-maintained, and the streets are clean.

I enter the building using the keys from Serena's backpack, which confirms that I am indeed in the right place. After that, I take the elevator to the 7th floor and, after a short walk, I'm in front of what seems to be Serena's apartment.

I take a deep breath and put the key into the keyhole.

"Alright, here we go." I encourage myself while hoping that I won't find a man living there.

As soon as I turn the key and enter through the door, I get assaulted by an intense smell of incense, from which I deduce that I'm not alone in this apartment.

"...Hello?!" I greet with more than a little insecurity.

Strangely enough, no one answers to my greeting. So I close the door, take off my shoes with certain difficulty (my bulky breasts keep getting in the way of basically everything), and step right into the livingroom.

And here I find myself face-to-face with a blonde girl who seems to be about Serena's age. She is very pretty, but judging by her expression, she doesn't seem too happy to see me.

"What are you doing here?" She asks in an irritated tone.

"Uuhh..." I hesitate for a long moment, not knowing what to say.
The cold attitude of this girl is making me have second thoughts. Did I enter a different apartment by mistake?

"You were supposed to finish way later, am I right?" She insists with a raised eyebrow.

"W-Well... I guess?" I answer the first thing that crosses my mind.

This blonde girl does seem to be familiar with Serena. So at least now I know that I didn't end up in the wrong place.

"You guess, huh?" She repeats with her haughty voice full of mockery. "What's up, Cowtits? Did you mess up so bad in your second day that they kicked you out?

I rub my arm, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. What's the deal with this chick? Does she have some particular beef with my host?

"Actually..." I think for a moment, trying to make up some half-truth. "I got a bad reaction while in the morgue, so my boss sent me to-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." The girl interrupts me with a sway of her hand while attentively watching her phone screen, clearly intending to ignore me and to make sure I know she is actively ignoring me. What the heck is her problem?! Wasn't she the one asking me about my day?

"By the way, Cowtits..." She speaks again without turning her eyes away from the phone. "I'm gonna invite James tonight, so you stay out of the way, got it?" She then spares me a glance, but instead of looking at my face, her eyes seem to be a bit lower... "So whatever you do, I don't want him to see you, not even once, alright? Stay in your room or whatever."

The girl's attention then goes back to the phone, retracting back into her own conceited bubble and leaving me too stunned to speak or move.

I think that, by now, I have enough info to come to a very clear conclusion: this blonde girl, who seems to be Serena's housemate, is a total bitch. Like really, what did Serena do to be treated like this?

I turn without a word and walk towards Serena's room while thinking about what just happened.

"She called me Cowtits, huh...?" I mutter thoughtfully while looking down. "I mean, she is not wrong, but that wasn't so nice."

I've never been a conflictive person, and I always tended to avoid clashing with people whenever I could help it. However, there is something about that entire interaction I just had with the blonde girl that really ticks me off in the wrong way. She made me feel so little and insignificant with basically no effort, almost making it look like she has all the right to push me around in whatever way she pleases.

She kinda reminds me of my boss, for some reason.

I clench my fist over Serena's plump chest, right where the pendant is at, deciding right here and now that I should learn more about the dynamics of this apartment as soon as I can, to see if I can do something about it.

That, however, will have to wait.

The moment I open the door to Serena's bedroom I immediately find this place to be... surprisingly simple. It's average in size, with a bed on the corner, a desk with a laptop on top, tons of books and booklets on a shelf, a wardrobe and a balcony. It looks functional and straightforward, with barely any decoration or traits that tells me about the gender of its inhabitant save for those few old-looking plushies on the side of the bed.

I take a deep whiff of what from now on will be my new bedroom while I drop the backpack on the floor. It smells nice... like fabric softener with a tiny bit of lavender. None of that overpowering incense smell from the living room.

After I'm done regarding the room, I don't even wait a second before I start undressing my new body, taking off the clothing with the eagerness and impatience of a kid opening his christmas present.

"Aha!" I exclaim after a minute with Serena's used panties stretched over my extended fingers, making it look like I'm holding some kind of trophy.

For the first time since I accidentally possessed Serena's body, I'm completely naked from top to bottom. With the only exception being my magic pendant hanging in the middle of my chest.
However, since I already took off the bra and these massive breasts are hanging freely instead of being pressed against each other, the quarz pendant is not hidden from view anymore and I can clearly see it, comfortably nestled between Serena's naked boobs.

"It looks quite good on me." I say in a delighted voice while posing in front of the mirror over the wardrobe's door.

I just can't get enough of Serena's voluptuous body. It's so pleasant to look at, it smells so nice and feels even better. So light and full of energy, with no bulk whatsoever except for the places where I don't mind the bulk to be.

After another minute of trying several poses and faces in front of my reflection, I completely hug my plump breasts and allow myself to fall over the bed with a satisfied sigh.

"...heh heh... my tits feel so cozy..." I say in a slow dreamy voice. "...like I'm holding a hot water bag.

I wonder for a moment if Serena even needs a blanket to sleep comfortably with these huge bed warmers physically attached to her. But I guess that's another aspect of her body I'll end up learning eventually.

"I was sweating quite a lot, huh?" I mutter in realization after a while, with my eyes never leaving my chest.

I slightly bend down, stick my tongue out, and give the soft skin from the top of my right breast a good long lick.

"Hmmm..... salty..."

I suddenly notice the way one of the plushies from my left seems to be looking at me. A brown teddy bear with a pink bow and dark marble eyes.

"I hope you're enjoying the show." I say to the teddy bear. "However..." I grab its head and turn it around so he's facing the wall instead of me. "...what I'm about to do is not suitable for little teddy bears, not even naughty ones like you."