She woke up that morning relieved to know her thoughts were relatively clear. She had gone to sleep half-worried that Daniel was going to turn her into some kind of cum-guzzling bimbo. She still felt the hungry neediness in the pit of her stomach, but it wasn’t nearly as devastating present as it had been the day before.
She thought it was a bit like having a pebble in her shoe, she could only ignore it for so long, before something had to be done.
She crawled from her bed and inspected herself in the mirror and decided that perhaps he had left her alone after all. Being nearly constantly horny wasn’t the worst thing. Her pussy was super tight, but that wasn’t necessarily a problem either. While she was concerned at first, she had grown to appreciate her absurdly thick ass. As long as nothing else changed she figured she would be happy enough.
Once she made a trip to the bathroom to relieve her bowels, it became obvious something had changed after all. The experience wasn’t easy to describe. As the waste slid through her rectum at the very edge she was suddenly conscious of a slightly earthy, acrid flavor. The sensation lingered there in the lower bit of her rectum. It didn’t truly go away until after she had showered, and even then it only seemed to slowly dissipate.
Still wet from her shower she stepped out onto the bathroom floor. Overcome with curiosity she decided to go exploring. First, she reached back caressing her round meaty ass cheeks. She had to admit she adored the feeling, but at the moment there was more pressing motivation at hand. Standing with her back to the foggy bathroom mirror she buried her hand between her heavy ass cheeks.
She paused a second, marveling how the pale globes nearly swallowed up her whole hand before her fingers even grazed her puckered ring.
Still, her fingers were close. The heat near her fingers was so titillatingly warm that she nearly forgot the purely clinical reason she went exploring.
The little hole twitched hungrily as the tip of her middle finger finally pressed against it. Anya hummed her appreciation for the contact. She breathed slowly trying her best to relax. She teased the warm fleshy a little and then gently probed inward.
The little fleshy entrance gave way and Anya gasped. She let out a moan in a blend of satisfaction and piqued curiosity as she wiggled her a little deeper.
The tip of her finger came in contact with a strangely ticklish bit of moist flesh all around the walls of her ass right beyond the edge of her internal anal sphincter. It almost felt velvety to the touch. Her shoulders slumped forward. In an apparent act of revenge, Daniel had given her rectum taste buds.
There was a gentle tap on the bathroom door followed by Cassie’s voice calling out, “AHHN-YA?—Babes?”
Anya quickly jerked away from her hand as if Cassie somehow knew what she was up to.
“I’ll be out in a minute, Cassie…”
She wrapped her towel around her torso. She pinched the top just above her breasts, but the cloth only just draped over her butt enough to expose some swells of under-bun. *Bigger towels* Anya remembered. Another item for her mental shopping list.
Anya pulled the door open letting in wisps of stream out, and a rush of air so cold she nearly shrieked.
The anxious look on Cassie’s face gave her pause. Cassie was standing a few feet away from the door. Her long blonde hair hung messy and loose. She barely just changed into her camisole. Half the fabric ruffled up just beneath her chest. Her thumbs were hooked into the front of her cotton shorts. She swayed a little. It wasn’t her usually happy musically sway. Something was wrong.
“Cassie, what is it?”
Without a word Cassie dramatically pulled down her shorts. It took a moment for Anya to register what she was even seeing. The first thing she noticed was Cassie had shaved her pubes into a thin little blonde strip, but below it was the tiniest cock she had ever seen, was no longer than her thumb and that was a generous estimate. It was so small, at first she thought she was staring at a fat clit, but the little cock was resting atop a tight, smooth scrotum containing two egg-sized testicles.
“So, my pussy was stolen last night… the fucker left this instead,” Cassie announced.
“Oh my God, Cassie,” Anya gasped before her hands instinctively covered her mouth. “What happened?”
“Well, after you sent me that text, I went to confront our magic man, and I ended up punching him in his perfect jaw. I suppose he wasn’t too happy with me afterward. I’m more pissed he made it super tiny… wait do you think he made it tiny on purpose? …Or if I was born a dude, I would just have an itty bitty penis?” Cassie asked sincerely.
“Cassie, how are you so chill about this?” Anya asked.
“I’m not sure it’s fully sunk in yet,” Cassie shrugged, “…but I figured, hey it could be fun for a little while and do you how much this would piss off the benefactors!”
Anya sighed, “Cassie, you need to stop calling your parents: the benefactors.”
“Well, they hadn’t really done much else for me,” Cassie said flatly. “Hey, did you maybe wanna suck it a little?” Cassie offered, swinging her hips about, though the little chubby little cock barely moved at all.
“It is kind of cute… but, I don’t think so, Cassie,” Anya answered.
“Come on,” Cassie teased, “I bet if you tried you could fit the balls in your mouth too, could be fun? —Wait, do you think it comes with a prostate? It has to right? Maybe I can get some dude off Tinder to mix a little penis butter with my chocolate?”
Cassie seemed genuinely thrilled to test out the functions of her new bit of anatomy, “I bet you have a nice fat prostate,” Anya said smiling.
“Awww, Babes, thanks… but I’m not sure if that’s good—So, what did our cruel god bestow upon you today?”
Anya sighed, “My ass has taste buds….”
Cassie visibly cringed, “Ooof, So… you can like taste it whenever you drop a deuce? How does that even work? That’s like ass to mouth without any of the fun. That’s fucked, Babes…”
Anya couldn’t help but laugh. She wondered if her friend’s sex life was as colorful as she imagined.
“I know,” Anya agreed, “How do we fix this?”
“Actually, I thought about that a lot last night. He’s obviously obsessed with you, you just gotta seduce him and snatch the magic doohickey, change yourself back and… change me back and you know gimme a ridiculously phat ass if you’re feeling generous then call it day.”
“How do you know it’s a doohickey?”
Cassie pulled up her shorts, “Well when I confronted him last night, he said something like he had never messed with you on purpose… and he doesn’t understand how to use it. Soooo, I assumed it was something newly acquired, hence a tangible item, hence a doohickey.”
Anya nodded along as Cassie explained her logic, “but what if it isn’t…”
Cassie pursed her lips and nodded, “interesting… interesting…” Cassie repeated as she stroked her chin, “Well, then he’s a fucking wizard, but it’s the same plan, only this time you fuck his brains out, and then beg him to give me back my pussy.”
“I don’t know if I like this plan,” Anya groaned.
“It’s a doohickey,” Cassie insisted, and then she dramatically grasped at the air, “You just gotta snatch it, and get the hell outta there. I can feel it in my balls.”
“You’re ridiculously…” Anya giggled, “Alright, I’ll try.”
After she stepped away from Cassie, Ayna went about her usual routine until she found herself in the closet again. She wasn’t scheduled to work today, but Daniel was. Ayna whimpered as she rummaged between the hangers and shelves of her closet. Every article was either visibly too small or too short to pack away her unbelievably thick booty. She promised herself she’d go clothes shopping later in the day as she toss aside another article of clothing.
After glancing at nearly everything she owned several times, she gave up. She made a mental note to add yoga pants and leggings to the shopping list.
She stepped out of her room back into the hallway corridor. She was ready to raid her dirty laundry pile to retrieve her semi-sheer leggings when she noticed a large hooded sweater hanging over their banister. It wasn’t Carrie’s. It was calico-colored with geometric tribal print. She picked it up, and brought the heavy sweater up to her nose, and took in a deep satisfying breath. It smelt like a boy, and freshly cut wood and coffee and bergamot. The scent alone made her pussy drool. She dropped her towel and held the hoodie up across her body. It looked like would be long enough. She quickly slipped the comfy hoodie over her head and pulled it down. The bottom of the sweater ended just below her ass. As long as she didn’t run, or raise her arms she wouldn’t be flashing anyone.
It was an inelegant solution. Leaving the apartment in just a bulky sweater felt scandalous. but her options were limited.
She stepped into the bathroom and studied her reflection. Even in the oversized sweater, it looked as if she smuggling two large hams down the back. She felt slutty and shameless all at once.
That was when she heard the telltale sounds of sex coming from the other side of the bathroom wall. The walls were thin enough that Anya would play music whenever Cassie had bedmates over. It was never gratuitous or anything, but Anya could hear things, especially in the bathroom.
It was the first time she had a clear sense of what was happening. Cassie was getting railed in the ass. She could hear bedsprings creaking, the rhythmic clapping of flesh, and Cassie whispering curses between moans.
Anya leaned in, her ear nearly on the wall. The sounds were a bit clearer. Cassie was moaning louder and louder, “Holy fuck… Yes… I think I’m… I’m… gonna cum…”
The bed creaked louder, and the time between claps was shorter. She heard a deeper baritone rise to join the lewd orchestra.
Cassie let out a long breathy moan. Everything went silent for near a second before Cassie gasped and began to whimper. The squeaky bed springs slowly fell back into rhythm.
Voyeurism, even if it was just *sounds* through the wall, wasn’t usually her thing, but the sounds of her roomie getting fuck made her pussy hot and tingly, and her own sphincter seemed to throb jealously. She groaned in frustration. She left Cassie less than an hour ago, and she had already found someone to climb into bed with. Meeting up with someone just for sex was never Anya’s style, but the prospect had never felt more endearing. Cassie could do it in less than an hour, even with her sudden change in anatomy.
She considered joining them but quickly shook the thought away. Her relationship with Cassie was weird enough, and sex would undoubtedly complicate things.
The pit of her stomach was tingling, liquid heat was seeping out of her lower lips, and glazing her thighs.
Daniel, she remembered. She was supposed to find Daniel, and fix everything.
She grabbed her phone and sent Cassie a text to let her know she was borrowing her friend’s hoodie. Afterward, she slipped on her boots and left the apartment.
Anya felt antsy the moment she left the apartment. The cool breeze on her thighs traveled up and under the sweater making her tremble. Despite the oversized hooded sweater she felt naked. She also couldn’t shake the image of Cassie’s head flung back in ecstasy as her hook-up plundered her perky little ass. Her pink little cock drizzling cum on the sheets below her. Her big tits bouncing every time he slammed into her.
She felt as if she was holding her breath for a really long time and even when she gasped no air could fill her lungs. She was hungry in a uniquely corporeal way. Everyone that passed was staring at her. She adored the attention, but this time she could feel it. She had to fight the urge to just grab some passing stranger by the nape of their neck and grind on their knee.
Thankfully she made it to the bookstore before she lost control.
Whitney was behind the front counter, too distracted with a customer to notice her come in. Anya counted it as a blessing and went straight back to the cafe.
Reggie was behind the cash register, and Daniel was rinsing some mugs and placing them atop the adjacent drying rack. Reggie’s beautifully dark eyes scanned over her as she approached the counter. His thoughts weren’t exactly pure. She could see it in the way he looked at her. The way his gaze lingered on the tops of her creamy white thighs. There was hunger in his eyes.
Anya wished she was more of slut. She would’ve let him bend her over one of the cafe tables. Then she found herself wondering how big a cock would it take to get passed her ridiculously plump ass cheeks.
“Hi, Reggie…” She greeted him in a sing-song voice. Her heart was pounding, Daniel, she remember. Daniel needed to fix everything. “…can I borrow Daniel for a bit?”
“Of course,” Reggie smiled, though he was obviously hiding some disappointment. He licked his dry lips, and cleared his throat, “Daniel, you’ve got a girl here to see you.”
“I heard,” Daniel said flatly. He dried his hands and then tossed the rag over the edge of the sink.
Daniel walked around the counter to meet her. He was tall. She knew he was taller than he had been a week ago, but his height still surprised her. She felt her face grow hot. Her heart was pumping up into her throat.
She felt herself bite at her lower lip, her eyes darting from his belt buckle to his face. Now she wondered if her eyes were giving away how needy she felt.
“Can we talk someplace… privately?” Anya requested.
“Sure,” Daniel answered dryly.
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