Agnessa: The Big Butt Japanese Sex Doll I Didn’t Think I’d Write About (But Here We Are)

Stumbling Into the World of Busty Silicone

I’ll just say it—writing about a big butt sex doll wasn’t on my bucket list. If you're exploring japanese sex doll collection, you'll find plenty of options worth considering. But after a few weeks with Agnessa, this busty silicone sex doll who’s apparently “Japanese” (though, honestly, she could pass for Eastern European in some lights), I’ve got thoughts. Not all of them are what you’d expect.

She stands at 5 feet tall—152 cm if you’re into metric, which I guess is supposed to make her feel petite but not too small. At 71 lbs (32.5 kg), she’s no featherweight either. Lugging her up the stairs felt like moving awkward furniture that stares back at you. My back still remembers.

Details That Stick Out (Literally and Figuratively)

Let’s get the numbers out of the way because people always ask:
Bust? 31.1 inches. Under-bust? 27.5 inches—like that matters when her boobs are basically their own event. Waist: 25.6 inches, hips: 37.4 inches, so yeah…big ass is right there in your face every time you walk past.

The holes—no delicate way to phrase this—are surprisingly deep: vagina goes about 7 inches and anus clocks in at 6.7 inches, which seems oddly precise for something you never measure until suddenly you do.

Her skin’s made from silicone that tries hard to mimic human touch; sometimes it succeeds, sometimes it feels like shaking hands with a cold mannequin in lingerie.

Movable Joints & Steel Skeletons Aren’t Sexy

Agnessa has a steel skeleton with movable joints—which sounds futuristic until you try posing her arms and they click like grandma’s knees in winter. She can hold positions pretty well though; there’s an unsettling moment when you realize she won’t ever slouch unless you force her to.

There was one night where I left her sitting on the couch and almost jumped out of my skin walking by at midnight because she looked…well, too real for comfort.

Shipping Was Quietly Weird

Ordering something like this makes your brain invent scenarios where neighbors see a giant box labeled “BIG BOOBS INSIDE.” Thankfully, shipping is discreet—I mean completely plain box territory—and free internationally, which is rare these days even for boring stuff like phone chargers.

Processing took two weeks (that felt longer) plus another week for shipping—so three weeks total before Agnessa arrived looking both surreal and slightly judgmental through the plastic wrap.

The Young Vibe Feels...Odd

Here’s where things get personal: there’s an obvious attempt to market these as “young” or “small,” but honestly? That part sits weird with me sometimes—the lines between fantasy and reality blur fast when your love doll looks barely old enough to order a drink.

Maybe that doesn’t bother everyone; maybe some folks want their silicone companion looking fresh-faced forever—but for me? Sometimes it just made me want to put a hoodie on her so she looked less… innocent?

Maintenance Is Its Own Adventure

Big boobs attract dust like nothing else I’ve owned; cleaning after use becomes its own routine unless you enjoy linty cleavage staring back at you in silent judgment while drying off next to your toothbrush cup.

And don’t get me started on storing her discreetly—a five-foot person-shaped object doesn’t exactly vanish under your bed unless your bed is built by IKEA giants or magicians.

Why Even Bother With This?

This isn’t some wild endorsement—it’s more of an exhausted confession that yeah, owning a Japanese sex doll comes with odd perks (company during Netflix reruns?) and weirder annoyances (finding hair stuck to silicone thighs). People buy these dolls for all sorts of reasons: loneliness, curiosity…or just because they can’t deal with dating apps anymore.

Anyway—I didn’t expect Agnessa would become part of my daily visual landscape or that writing about big ass proportions would be how I spent my Tuesday morning…but here we are.

If someone told me years ago I'd be googling "busty silicone sex doll measurements" while eating cereal? I'd have laughed them out of my kitchen.

Guess life gets strange when you're not paying attention—or maybe it's always been strange and I'm only now noticing how much so.