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I let out a huff, reaching over to my coffee before draining the cold milking beverage away as I heave myself back up into a seated positio...

Sunday, 30 October 2022

Com-Bin-Her - Part Two

Rolling my eyes a little I make a quick selection before pressing

[Combine]

The screen itself quickly locks up, a spinning wheel covering my own image as new text lips up beneath it.

       Combining
     Jordan Hughes
           &
Margaret Richards - Breasts
  Gracie Douglas - Pussy

The images of the two women seem to almost pulsate on the largely frozen screen, the still snapshots of their private lives connected via a faint dotted line to the larger image of my practically naked form.

I'm snapped from my phone by the sound of heavy racing footfalls from the stairwell at the end of the hall, the giant clomping boots I had once heard slowly climbing up soon stomping their way down the echoing passageway.

I'm so distracted by the violent and frenzied stomping that I don't notice the sound of the rain outside suddenly going silent. Raindrops sit frozen mid-fall, the splattering impacts pausing in a mesmerizing fashion were I to look out the window.

My head whips around as my front door is slammed open, a wet blur of black hair and dripping wet clothes quickly barreling into me and sending me tumbling to the floor. As I land flat on my back I feel water droplets shower my legs, soggy drenched clothing brushing up against my hairy limbs.

As I prop myself up on my elbows I look down at the figure that had practically tackled me mere moments ago. I watch in disbelief as the goth girl from upstairs fumbles clumsily at my boxers, the young woman acting more like a frenzied animal in heat than as the snarky barista I knew her as.

The wild young woman looks up at me for a moment, her eyes barely focused as your gazes meet. Her hands don't stop their own work however, tearing and pulling at my simple gray boxers as she rips them down my legs. Her expression shifts to one of pure unadulterated lust as she frees my cock from its cloth prison, her wet hands eagerly wrapping around it as she licks at her pierced lips.

"Gracie!" I manage to eek out, scrambling back slightly as I try to put some distance between myself and the sex-crazed young woman. "What the hell are you..." I begin to shout, my words being cut short as she grapples with my lower body.

Her hand quickly grabs at my balls, squeezing firmly as she uses the sensitive sac to keep me still. Her free hand strokes my shaft hard and fast as if desperately trying to get my cock erect for her.

"Come...Come on..." she huffs, her eyes locked to the thick rod between her fingers. "I...I need..." she pleads, practically begging for my cock to respond faster as she drools above it.

Before it's even fully erect she quickly wraps her lips around the thick head of my juicy cock, a shiver spreading through me as I feel the cool steel running through her lip and tongue. The young goth quickly begins to sloppily lavish the throbbing shaft in her mouth with affection, her tongue lapping at the sensitive flesh as she moans in absolute delight.

Gracie quickly tries to firm up her position in my lap, sinking her head down further as she soon finds herself gagging on the growing mass between her lips. Her eyes water as her throat begins to bulge, her painted black lips beginning to rub off on my cock as she buries her nose in my crotch. Her legs pin my own, holding me down as she begins to unbutton her top with her now freed hand.


Panting and struggling to focus myself I barely notice the movement by my open front door. Glancing over at the faint movement my eyes go wide at the sight of Margaret from down the hall meekly shuffling her way inside my home.

Gone are her apron and t-shirt, leaving her doughy and somewhat tanned torso on full display, her jeans being mostly pulled down around her tick jiggly thighs as she shuffles towards me.

Her face is bright red, sweat beading on her forehead as she waddles over to my prone form. She barely even looks at Gracie, merely stepping around the young woman as she wriggles out of her jeans and panties.

For the first time since she had moved in with the Richards down the hall I'm able to see her curvaceous motherly form in all it's soft and cuddly glory. Soft and supple fat clings to her body from head to toe, the added pounds accentuating her already delicious curves. Her lightly tanned arms and legs appear to shudder with each step, the supple huggable layer of flab beneath jostling with her every movement.

Her chest, while not being all that big, has certainly swollen with her added weight. The fatty mounds hang heavily, having grown to sag over the past few years, resting far closer to her stomach than I would have expected without a bra to support them.

My pinned state only grows more inescapable as the doughy woman climbs atop me, Straddling my chest before dropping her full bodyweight down. The wind is knocked from my lungs, my eyes watering as I find myself staring up at her slightly bulging belly and the seemingly immense flesh hanging from her chest.

Her knees quickly pin my arms to my side, her wide hips rocking back and forth as she begins to grind her mature pussy against my chest. It can feel it positively burn with desperate arousal, her juices soon matting my chest hair and coating my flat chest.

"Sorry" she mutters meekly, placing her hands on my shoulders in an effort to support herself. "I...I don't know what... Oh god I need you so... so..." She moans, nibbling at her lower lip as she presses herself more firmly against me and her pace quickens.


My write beneath the two women, my head whipping about as I try to free myself from the sensual onslaught. Before long I feel something come to rest against my leg, a wet piece of clingy fabric slowly coming to lay atop me without the force Gracie had been using to hold me in place.

My eyes dart about, soon catching my and the two women's reflections in the TV screen. I let out a howl of terror at what I see, the two women mirroring it with their own cries of pleasure. While Margaret ground against me I watch as Gracie's legs appear to recede inside of her, her thick boots falling to the floor while her thigh high socks drop into my exposed legs.

She suddenly swivels about, what was left of her pert behind hitting up against the massive grinding mass of Margaret's thick rear, her head getting lower as she brings her lips to rest against the base of my crotch. Her grip around my balls feels all encompassing, the pained pressure and threat from before seeming downright numb at this point.

Her shirt hangs from her loosely, having been unbuttoned with her free hand. Suddenly, I feel a sharp tug against my cock as my and Gracie's eyes go wide. The frenzied arousal that had once gripped the slender young goth seems to break in an instant, a panicked look quickly filling her eyes as they dart around.

She strains for a moment, grunting and groaning as she tries to free her slobbering maw from my cock. I hiss is pain with each attempt, soon finding her plush and largely lipstick-less lips glued to my crotch. She too appears to feel my pain, tears filling her eyes as she cries in pain with each tug.

Reaching down she tries to brace herself against my thigh, using her free hand to lift her back up. However, the second she makes her first attempt her hands simply collapses along with her arm against my leg like some sort of thick ooze. Her pale flesh blends with my own, a howl of despair escaping her sealed lips as her arm appears to fuse with me and leaves a patch of hairless skin where it disappeared.

Gracie's body continues to recede further up, her own pussy and pert ass soon becoming lost in her torso as she is left lying prone atop my stomach. Tears roll down her cheeks, her one remaining arm soon dissolving as well as I realize I can't feel my balls beneath me. Without the young barista's weight holding me down I quickly kick my legs around, the sudden movements causing both Gracie and myself to whimper in pain as she jostles with only her glued lips holding her in place.

Between my legs is simply a flat pale stretch of skin, her hand and my balls having disappeared into the one featureless mass. I scream in shock, kicking about as hard as I can as we both cry is terror and pain. Gracie's body, having been reduced to a head and a set of shoulders, bounces about heavily as my trashing lower body causes her to swing around much like my unseen cock.

The wild movements of the weeping goth soon cease as her head slams down against my waist, her chin becoming suddenly glued to my groin. Slowly but surely she begins to sink downwards, her lips shifting from their pouty cock-sicking O-shape to their natural resting state.

Our eyes both go wide as we find my cock mysteriously missing, the glorious sensation of Gracie's mouth around my engorged member simply being replaced with a vague sense of moist heat with each of her shallow panicked breaths.

With a loud grunt I feel Gracie's head crush into my pelvis, the young woman's weeping face resting between my thighs as she tries to howl is fear past her sealed lips.

With a sickening crunch her nose begins to shrink down, the already reddened appendage growing smaller by the second as it shifts closer to her lips. The thick silver piercing in her septum begins to quiver and shrink as well, the crescent-shaped piece of metal altering along with the small pink hooded nub her nose was shifting into.

Her sealed lips begin to twist and churn, their color shifting as they slowly rotate to form a slit between my legs. As they move about, forming a slight mound over my crotch, I feel a hefty amount of juices suddenly begin to drool from Gracie's altered lips.

"Wha?... Hep... Me..." groans the whimpering goth, her voice guttural and extremely faint as she splutters through the heft out of juices leaking from our shared lower lips.

The thick wet mass of black hair that had once been her own begins to shrink into my crotch, the strands turning wiry and extremely short as I soon find myself with a new thick bush of dark pubic hair. Her eyebrows appear to soon follow suit, growing out into thick strips of pubic hair that had apparently been styled to look like eyebrows for my cute little pussy.

More and more of her features are lost to my crotch, each missing part soon shifting her various black or anodized metal rings to the new set of lips resting between my thighs.

Her eyes dart around in a frenzy, my new pussy quivering and pulsing as Gracie tries to free herself. I watch in horror as her eyes slowly begin to grow tired-looking, the lids fluttering shut before sealing forever.


Panting heavily, my eyes locked to my reflection in the TV as I stare in awe at the heavily pierced pussy nestled beneath the thick tuft of black hair that had once been my upstairs neighbor.

I can feel with twitch and quiver constantly, the drooling only growing worse as I shift my gaze back to the writhing chubby woman grinding against my chest. However, the heightened sense of arousal is short-lived as I'm met with the sight of Margaret's oddly melted body.

As if on cue her arms give out much like Gracie's had done, causing the doughy tanned woman to wobble atop me without the extra support. Strangely enough she doesn't topple over, my eyes darting around for what was keeping her upright.

A loud hiss escapes my lips as I spy her legs and thighs, or more precisely what was left of them. From where she had been gripping my shoulders to down my arms where she had pinned me with her legs I am coated in a layer of soft lightly tanned flesh, a slight amount of flab resting beneath it all.

The larger woman's bucking against my chest seems more strained than before, her wide hips and ass becoming glued to my hairy skin. I writhe beneath her as she continues her attempts to stimulate her sopping wet pussy, her limited range of movement doing little to kill her passion.

"I'm... Oh gosh, I'm so..." She pants, her voice sounding a little like a gargle as her soft wriggling form begins to convulse.

Her torso begins to suddenly collapse in on its, the bones within that once supported her voluminous flesh vanishing before my very eyes. What muscles she once had soon follow suit, leaving the freshly minted doughy stepmom a bulbous moaning sac of fat.

Her hair quickly begins to fall out, the wild locks simply vanishing in the air before they can even hit the ground.

Her eyes shoot wide open as whatever spell had been laid on her is suddenly lifted. A terrified cry escapes her lips as she jiggles ever so slightly in place with the rise and fall of my chest.

"What's hap..." She begins to croak, her sentence becoming cut short as her lips seal themselves shut before disappearing into the bulbous mound of fat she had become.

Her nose soon follows suit, her crying eyes surprising being next to vanish as her head appears to collapse into the thick fatty mass that had once been Margaret Richards.

The tan fatty mass soon begins to split in half, each of the prominent mounds taking one of the former woman's ears along with it. Slowly but surely the massive mounds begin to take on a more well-defined shape, jiggling and pulsing as they shrink down to a set of sagging fatty breasts that were still some of the biggest I had ever seen in person.

The tanned tits quickly come to rest nestled in my armpits, my eyes twitching and my voice snapping out with a harsh yelp as Margaret's ears twist and form into a set ofthick pink nipples. The small golden rings that had once adorned her ears quickly make their home in my new nipples, a sudden mixture of pleasure and pain shooting through my sensitive new assets.


Sweating heavily and laying on the floor I'm left panting for a moment, the heft of my new lightly tanned chest causing me no small amount of difficulty.

The sound of the rain outside suddenly starts back up, the thumping noise accompanying my heart as the only noises I can hear in my otherwise quiet apartment.

My eyes drift downwards, a shocked gasp escaping my lips as I find myself not only staring at the voluminous tan flesh overwhelming my chest but also the wide-open door.

I heave myself from my prone position, my chest shaking wildly before coming to rest as a set of immense weighty teardrops beneath me. I can feel them shift ever so slightly against my will, the muscle beneath them twitching and quivering as if alive with a mind of its own. The set of lips between my legs follows suit, quivering distractingly as I try to come to grips with the sensations of this new form.

I lurch forward to try and reach for the door, soon stumbling onto all fours as my hefty chest swings like pendulums beneath me. The weak underlying muscles pulse harder as I feel the flabby flesh strain, my eyes watering a little as I feel my engorged skin ache as the overly fatty mass it contained.

I whimper and groan as I quickly shuffle to the door, slamming it shut as I drop to rest my back against it.


"What...the...fuck..." I squeak as I stare down at myself, my voice crackling slightly like it was undergoing puberty once more.

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