163cm/5ft4 H-Cup BBW Lifelike Big Boobs Big Booty TPE Sex Doll with #198 Head

There’s something quietly hilarious about unboxing a 163cm H-cup BBW sex doll for the first time.

I mean, you brace yourself for... what? A little awkwardness, maybe some buyer’s remorse, a pang of “what am I doing?” Instead—well, she was pretty. Like, actually pretty. Not in that uncanny valley way you expect from most AI robot sex dolls or whatever the marketing photos tell you. This one (the one with the #198 head) had an odd kind of presence right out of the box.

I remember thinking: “Wait, is this art?” And then immediately feeling silly about it.

Weight: More Than Just a Number

Now, let’s talk weight because nobody warns you enough. Over 99 lbs (45kg). That number means nothing until you try to shift her from closet to bed and realize you're basically wrestling a very compliant but totally unhelpful roommate. My back felt every inch of those 163 centimeters after day one—a workout that left me sore in places I’d forgotten existed.

Funny thing is, I kept going back for more punishment. She became my accidental gym membership.

Her breasts and ass? Firmer than expected—like someone had dialed up the “solid” setting on a big booty sex doll and just left it there. Not exactly like the real thing (no illusions there), but sort of... satisfying in its own right? Hard to explain without sounding like a weirdo—and yet here we are.

Fingers and Toes: Anxiety Included

The hands and feet are where things get dicey. Those dainty fingers look great in photos (by the way—the images online really are from actual buyers; mine looked almost identical except for makeup and clothes), but they feel like they’ll snap off if you so much as sneeze near them.

I found myself tiptoeing around her toes, half-expecting disaster at every turn. But TPE is weirdly stretchy—more forgiving than you'd guess at first touch. Still, handling her feels like moving expensive glassware that somehow weighs more than your car.

Unexpected Muse

Here’s where things took an odd turn: she started showing up in my camera roll—a lot. At some point, taking pictures became part of the ritual. Setting up outfits (she looks killer in red), adjusting lighting, even trying different wigs… It stopped being about sex somewhere along the way and morphed into this creative hobby.

Weirdly enough—never thought I'd say this—a latina sex doll with huge breasts turned out to be my muse during lockdown boredom spells. She became less ‘sex object’ and more ‘project.’ Is that embarrassing? Maybe slightly impressive instead?

Maintenance Puzzles & Rituals

If anyone tells you maintenance is easy—they’re lying or delusional or both. The forums are full of conflicting advice: wash weekly! No wait—monthly! Use baby oil! No wait—cornstarch powder only!

I landed on my own routine by trial-and-error: shower dates standing up (yes really), gentle soap, then air dry while I scroll through memes nearby pretending not to check on her every five minutes.

honestly, There’s something oddly meditative about it now—a kind of low-key date night that doesn’t involve small talk or splitting checks.

The Hobby You Didn’t Know You Needed

Owning a custom WM Doll isn’t quite what people imagine—it’s not just lonely guys living out anime fantasies (although sure, some probably do). For me it filled an unexpected gap; gave me something tactile to fuss over when everything else felt digital and distant.

If anything surprised me most? It was how quickly she went from “expensive impulse buy” to fixture in my life—I mean literally in my life; she takes up half my closet space now.

And yeah—I’m already thinking about giving her a sister someday down the line… although maybe next time I’ll spring for lighter arms if such a thing exists?

Anyway—that's how it goes sometimes: You think you’re buying a bbw sex doll with giant boobs and end up adopting an art project with attitude problems (and occasional wardrobe malfunctions).

Life’s funny like that.