Saturday, December 23, 2017

Family (Wo)man

The window was open! Freedom! Mike’s family was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. If getting back to them meant dropping out of a fourth-floor window, then so be it.

“Damnit Mike! Now you’ve forced my hand...”, an exasperated male voice called from behind. 

WHUMP! A blast struck the middle-aged man from behind. Reality wrapped around him like a cocoon, molding and reshaping his body and life. His bald spot filled out, cascading into long, auburn locks. His body both tightened up and swelled in the most alluring of ways, particularly his chest and rear. Hidden away in jeans that were quickly becoming a very revealing bottom, he could feel the space occupied by his manhood becoming emptier and emptier. It felt so…good.

Time and space slowly slid back into normalcy, but things would never be the same. Where once the rather plain man had stood now leaned a picture of womanly perfection. Feeling her newly plush ass slipping out from beneath her skirt, Mike stepped back from the window.

The man who called out before stepped up to the new girl and wrapped his arms around her from behind. She pressed herself into him with a grin as he whispered into her ear, “I hope this body is ok, Michelle. I wanted to give you a choice. You were so kind to me…I wanted to let you choose the woman you’d become. You made me choose for you, though.”

Michelle flipped around in his grasp so that she could look him in the eye. “Any body is fine as long as I get to be with you, Richard.”, her perfect teeth sparkled through plump, inviting lips.

“But what about your family?”, Richard questioned.

Michelle shrugged, “I was thinking…maybe you and I could start one of our own? I mean, that’s what you were hoping for, wasn’t it? Perfect woman, perfect wife, perfect mother? You didn’t go to all this effort of turning me into your dream girl just for some one-night-stand, did you?”

Richard laughed. He couldn’t have been happier with her response, “Certainly not! I want to spend my life with you. That doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun -right now- though.” Grabbing her by the hips, he lifted her up onto the wooden chest she’d previously been using to escape. Michelle gave a sharp, startled giggle before spreading her legs and allowing him to slip her panties off. As he unsheathed his cock, she slid into and onto him, reveling in her first time being penetrated as a woman. Thankfully, it would be -nowhere near- her last.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Pillowy Prison

Four months. It had now been 4 months since the wish that accidentally merged Christopher into the ass of a random woman who’d been passing by his home. 

Four months of being squeezed into tight pants and dresses. One-hundred twenty days of jiggling and squishing, his life ruled by his owner’s constant battle between her bounciness and the restriction of her clothing. 

Forty or so days (Best as he could count) of being played with by rough, anonymous hands. This woman spent at least a third of her days on her back. It was quite a shock the first time he felt the long shaft of a man stroking up and down the singular crack of his twin, cheeky form. Like a stone pillar floating on an ocean of pillows, Chris could tell the man was clearly enjoying his softness. He consistently received such attentions, convincing Chris that he’d become quite an ass indeed.

Two weeks of hope that he might ever be rescued. Surely his friends had given up looking for him by now. How would they even know where to begin looking?

“Excuse me miss, but do you mind if we check your ass for our friend?”, they might inquire. Ridiculous. 

What would Chris even do if they -did- find him? He wouldn’t be able to see or hear them, to tell them they were right. He could possibly feel them, but he doubted whoever this woman was would just let two strangers play with her rear end long enough to develop a means of communication.
But first off, why would they even assume that -this- of all things was what the wish had done? All he’d asked for was that he could “Get into a girl’s pants.” Chris was certain that his friends wouldn’t know to take that request quite so literally. He was just glad he hadn’t literally been merged with a pair of pants. 

No, he just had to accept that this was his life now. Everyday he’d shift and sway, taunt and tease, move and squeeze as his owner went about her day oblivious to her secret passenger. Everyone else would be forever oblivious as well - his curves sure to catch many a glance, but none ever seeing ‘him’, only -her-. -Her- ass. -Her- curves. -Her- body. Chris saw no point in continuing the charade of his independence. He was her now ass and -nothing- more.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Her Holy Place

“If this is Heaven then why the fuck am I a bitch?”, Mitch demanded.

The angelic guide chuckled, “Who ever said this was -your- Heaven, Michelle?”

“Quit fucking calling me that!”, the blonde protested, hands fiercely positioned on her wide hips, “I’d rather be in hell than stuck like this!”

Another chuckle, “You humans and your obsession with ‘hell’. There’s no such thing. When you die, if you’ve lived a good life we reward you with your own personal Heaven. If not, we place you into someone else’s Heaven where you exist only to serve them. We take away your free will when we do that though. If we can’t trust you with it in life, we surely can’t trust you with it here. I should really get on that, I guess – your new master could be here any minute…poor fellow. Well, at least he’ll be overjoyed when he sees you! Any last questions before I get rid of those dirty little thoughts of yours?”

The angel had the sweetest smile on its face as it presented the woman with her loss of self – it made Mitch furious, “-MY- ‘dirty little thoughts’? Look at me, you asshole! I -AM- a dirty little thought! You’re telling me that the guy who dreamt up this wet dream is pure enough for Heaven? I bet he’s masturbated thinking about this bitch hundreds of times!”

“958 times, to be exact. He’s…very specific in his tastes. And who am I to judge? The supreme being created what you humans call ‘sex’ – how could it -not- be pure? I don’t really know though – human desires are foreign to me. I can tell you are very pretty though, and exactly what -he- desires. And this fate is what our Lord has decreed for you, so I must follow through with his command.”

“So what, I’m just supposed to be his little fucktoy for the rest of eternity? And I’m supposed to just be good with that?!”, Mitch was ready to tackle the guide.

“No, what you want doesn’t matter.”, the angel snapped its fingers, “Isn’t that right, Michelle?”

Michelle blinked absentmindedly for a moment. She looked around the room before returning her disappointed gaze to the angel, “Aww, he’s not here yet, is he?”

“I’m afraid not. All good things in time though, dear.”, the guide comforted the poor girl, “Why don’t you go get changed into something a bit more fun for when your master gets here? An endless selection of lingerie can be found in the bedroom closet. Though…if it does have an end I’m kind of afraid the two of you may find it.”

Giddy as a schoolgirl, the blonde charged off to the bed room with a squeal. The angel could only shake his head, “Lord, she was a difficult one. No matter, I’m sure her master will be pleased when he meets her. Yes, this is sure to be a -very- holy place before long.” Pleased with himself, the angel departed.

Meanwhile, Michelle had slipped into the perfect little white babydoll with white thong panties. She wanted to look angelic herself to make a good impression on her Master.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Friendly Fapping

“You know what? Here, make sure you get a good recording!”, the blonde had taunted, lifting her dress while hurrying down the hallway, “Can you still tell which is which? Maybe if you play this back some and study it -hard- enough? Just try not to play with yourself -too much- while you do!”

Felix let out a heavy sigh as he watched footage of the confrontation for the hundredth time. He still knew -exactly- which cheek was Marcus (On the left) and which was Blake (On the right); seeing your best friends wrist deep in some blonde bitch’s ass and only being pulled further and further in wasn’t something easily forgotten. She’d even smiled at him while pulling out her tits and beckoning him to come over and play too. It was clear from the tape that he’d made a key decision about his future in the split-second decision to book it from that bedroom. It was a decision that Marcus and Blake likely never had any chance to consider and, sad as he had to accept, probably never would again.

With a defeated shrug, Felix unzipped his pants and dug out his cock. It was more of a struggle than normal, his manhood already fully engorged from watching the woman tease him with her delightful rear. Repeatedly playing the part where she flashed him, Felix did the best he could to push down any guilt with each stroke up his shaft. Was it weird to jack off to his friends? No, that was definitely the wrong question. Was it weird to masturbate over a hot chick’s booty? Definitely not! He was sure that either of them would have done the same…if they weren’t now just the bouncy girl flesh that was currently driving his dick wild. 

Felix imagined himself bending the girl over and pounding deep inside her pussy doggy style, the two massive mounds of Marcus and Blake providing ample cushioning for his groin. The fantasy was enough to push him over the edge. He gripped hard onto his penis, throttling it as pulse after pulse of hot semen shot up into the air before splattering to the ground. Only now did he realize he’d been so lost in the ecstasy of this woman’s body and his friend’s addition to it that he’d forgotten to take steps to mitigate the need for cleanup. With a further sigh, he went to get some tissues.

Although he knew his friends were gone forever, Felix returned to their footage regularly. Each time he took more and more pleasure in imagining ways to play with both her and them.