Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Blackmail Booty - Part 3



Adam pandered to the gorgeous blonde’s earlier request, tenderly pecking at her soft ass flesh. His lips didn’t just connect though, they -sunk in-. It was an odd feeling, being part of two separate bodies. He could feel his male self being pulled in further. Melanie’s rear itself loomed heavily in his sight, drawing closer and closer still until his eyes made contact as well. He didn’t see anything anymore. He would never see anything again, but there were other sensations. He could still sense what remained of his former body being drawn in little by little. And new feelings crept in – a gentle, curvy, bounciness that slowly pervaded his entire being. 

It was soon impossible not to be overwhelmed by this new perspective. His thoughts turned solely to it, “So warrrmmm…Commmfy…I feel sooo…soffftttt…I feeeeeeel…”. Finally, the yet unabsorbed portion of Adam’s body went limp as all mental capacity ceased. He hadn’t died, he was simply part of Melanie now. Part of the fat and flesh that made up her ass. His old body remained only as a vestigial growth that was being rapidly consumed.

“Oooh, good boy. Now to just finish you up.”, the girl cooed as she guided his legs inside. Soon, the last of the tips of Adam’s toes vanished as her skin smoothed over, trapping him inside and returning her butt to its pristine plumpness. Nothing remained of the man except for a pile of his clothes on the kitchen floor.

Melanie took a moment to rub her backside, admiring her work. Her curves were slightly fuller now, “Perfect! Now, let’s go get you into those leggings. I have a new guy coming over later and he’s already told me how much he likes a girl with a nice booty. You are a -nice- booty! I can’t wait to show you off! I don’t think -he’ll- be joining you, though; you seem pretty good for now, my beautiful bum. No, mommy thinks she could use a little work up-top instead…”

Gathering up Adam’s clothes, Melanie began getting ready to meet her new breast friend.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Blackmail Booty - Part 2



Adam knelt behind Melanie, groping her plump cheeks, “So, how does this work?”

“Just press your face against my skin. Maybe plant a kiss? I like it when the guys do that.”, Melanie was ever the flirt, but especially so now that she had this man by the balls.

“What’ll it be like?”, he asked further, holding his future self in-hand.

Melanie giggled, “Have you -really- thought this through? It won’t be like -anything-. -You- won’t exist anymore, dear. You’re just going to be my ass. Asses don’t think, they bounce and, I guess…squish, or something? Whatever that is, that’s -all- you’ll experience.”

Adam shook his head, lightly smiling, as he tried to make sense of his impending fate. The implication of accepting nonexistence was making him loopy, “The quote from my final High School year book couldn’t have been further off: ‘Where do you see yourself in ten years, Adam?’ ‘Jiggling around as some bitch’s ass’ was apparently the correct answer.”

Melanie couldn’t help but enjoy his near-delusional witticism. Stifling more giggles, she shot back, “Hey, not just -any- bitch’s ass! The -hottest- bitch’s ass! Now hurry up! I have some really cute leggings that I -can’t wait- to squeeze you into.”

This triggered a series of disturbing thoughts for Adam, though he figured there was no fighting them. Most guys would -kill- to get into Melanie's pants, and soon he'd be doing it on the daily! Pants, panties, skirts, bikinis, lingerie - he'd be getting -into- and -out of- all of them! His thoughts on Melanie had become solely focused on how her ass had looked in clothing during their time together. There was only one word for it: amazing. It always looked amazing. And in a matter of moments -he- was going to be that amazing ass. He figured he was as ready as he'd ever be.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Blackmail Booty - Part 1



“I knew you’d give in to me eventually.”, Melanie purred.

Adam was giving off the opposite of her amorousness, “Let’s just get this over with, alright? You promise Jennifer won’t ever find out about our affair if I do this?”

“Mmm…promise. I’ll be the only one who knows. She’ll just think you disappeared…Which isn’t far from the truth!”, the blonde smiled.

“I’d rather that be the case than to have her ever find out. I couldn’t stand to break her heart like that. Her previous fiancĂ© had an affair too. I -swore- I’d never be like him, but look what I’ve gotten myself into...”, 

Melanie tried to be comforting, “Shhh. Stop worrying. She’ll never find out and soon you won’t have to worry about anything. Like you said, let’s just do it.” She really didn’t care about his moral conundrum. The only benefit his engagement had to her was enabling the blackmail that led to this moment. It had been her plan all along, and it wasn’t the first time she’d forced a man into his situation. After all, how else was she going to convince someone to accept being absorbed into her ass?