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(Story in description! Caption/story series!) You stir and awaken after getting absorbed into your girlfriend's body. How will you react when faced with your new existence as a pussy?

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Story Text:

During your slumber, you experience strange dreams.  You’re tightly curled with warm walls snuggly hugging you on all sides.  You panic, worrying over how much air you have left; how can you breathe while so tightly bound?  Your anxiety partially subsides when you realize you’re not gasping for breath-- rather, there’s no urge to breathe at all.

You feel a pleasant, tingly warmth radiate through your entire form, though you’re unable to properly feel your limbs, fingers, or toes.  The subtle sound of a beating heart strums somewhere far away, seemingly too distant to be yours.  A vast emptiness penetrates you to your very core, as if you’re a vast cavern waiting to be filled.

Without the need to breathe, and without adrenaline surging,, a sense of calm overcomes you.  You’re stuck in a tight space and without the ability to move or even speak, but you instinctively understand that you’re in no danger; you’re safe where you are, and your needs will be tended to.

As you drift through the dream-like haze, you recall something quite alarming.  You were a normal human, and though you can’t recall the details, you remember slowly merging with a beautiful woman.  Your limbs dissipated, melting away as you became part of her body.  You no longer required your own bones, skin, or organs; all of them were lost within this woman as you feared for your impending loss of humanity. You recall the bizarre sensation of your teeth and eyes receding into soft, pink flesh that wasn’t your own, your mouth strangely stretching and comforting into a vertical slit that seemingly always hung slightly agape.  

Were these real memories?  Was that just a dream just as you suspected this strange state to be?  The fog of sleep recedes ever so slightly and you attempt to stir and sit up. Nothing happens other than a slight quiver within your unnaturally empty, cavernous form.  Growing more cognizant, you attempt to prop yourself into a sitting position, only to find that neither your arms nor legs will obey.  Panicked, you try to move something-- anything while letting out a terrified yelp.  In response, you feel a peculiar squeezing sensation permeating your body from front to back.  The part of you assumed to be a mouth also encompasses a large bulk of your insides, stretching far beyond what is natural.

“Mmmm…”  A feminine voice yawns from somewhere above you.  There’s a stirring as you feel your body shift.  What feels like two warm, squishy walls separated amidst the rustling of a blanket and a wave of cool air blankets your face-- or is it the entire front side of your body?  Unable to see beyond a faint amount of nondescript light, you’re unsure of exactly what this new sensation is.  Why are you unable to determine whether it’s your face or your body’s front end experiencing this feeling?

“Sweetheart?”  The voice asks nervously.

‘L-- Lina! I can’t-- I can’t talk…  Oh god, she can’t hear me like this,’ you lament, confident your pleas would go unheard.

“N-- No, I can hear you,” she quickly replies—confusion after the absorption was expected and she is well prepared to handle this important moment.  “I’m so sorry, dear.  I know you’re confused, but you’re part of me now, remember?  We’ll always be together,” she affectionately and sympathetically cooes. 

You remain in a silent state of shock as your fragmented memories reassemble, painting a clearer picture of what happened and where you are.  Those bizarre dream memories weren’t a figment of your imagination; you had been absorbed into your girlfriend and became her vulva and reproductive tract.  As reality sinks in, existential dread overwhelms you.  You once more attempt to move your limbs, succeeding only in making your mouth-- no, Lina’s pussy, spasm. ‘I-- I’m your pussy…  Holy shit-- holy shit, this is real…  This is my life,’ you internally stammer.  Instead of the usual physical sensations, you feel the damp, dank warmth of Lina’s vaginal secretions within your body’s interior, along with the faint beating of her heart.  There’s no need to breathe, and only a slight musty flavor and fragrance assails your senses of smell and taste.

“I know-- I’m sorry,” Lina says weakly.  “H-- here, maybe this will help.”

As Lina sits up and spreads her legs, you feel your sticky lips separate.  No-- it’s more like the entire front side of your body splits and opens and you’re unable to close or move your mouth beyond squeezing and forcing it to flex.  Chilly air immediately caresses your inner labia and you’re suddenly able to see, with Lina’s legs on either side and the foot of the bed a few feet away.

“Can you see?”  She cautiously asks.

You try to calm and focus on your sense of sight.  You attempt to move your field of vision as you would normally move your eyes, and are quickly able to do so, getting a clear view of everything around. With a little bit of focus, you’re able to peer upward to the apex of Lina’s vulva cleft, seeing up her abdomen and to the underside of her breasts. ‘Y-- Yeah, I can see…  Fuck.’

“Can we try some of the exercises the doctor suggested?”  Lina asks.  “Body awareness and all that-- it’s supposed to help during the initial shock.”

What else can you do?  You’ll be Lina’s pussy for the rest of your life; you’re part of her body and whether you like it or not, she’ll be touching and using you in a variety of ways from now on.  You realize how lucky you are to have joined with a woman as gentle and kind as Lina. ‘I literally have nothing better to do,’ you reply with a twinge of bitterness and defeat.

You suddenly feel something press over your back.  What is it?  Arms?  No, you intuit that Lina has gently brushed her fingers over you, somewhere above your field of vision.  She slowly brushes her fingertips up and down, stroking what now feels simultaneously like your back and scalp.  When she scratches, a soft tingle ripples through your supple form; it’s as if she’s scratching your hair-covered head.

“How does this feel?”  She asks.

The fear and panic within you somewhat subside, feeling calmed by Lina’s warm caress.  You quiver ever so slightly, feeling a slight stickiness form within your mouth.  ‘It’s nice, I guess-- err…  What are you doing, exactly?’ You mutter, not wanting to admit to the powerful calming effect the touching has on you.

“I’m stroking my mons pubis; according to the doctor, this should evoke the sensation of a back or head rub.  Is it relaxing?”  She asks hopefully.

Ahh, that makes sense.  So that feeling of having your head scratched is Lina gently scratching you through her mound of trimmed pubic hair.  The idea that what you now consider your hair is actually a part of Lina’s genitals strikes you profoundly and you’re not sure what to think or say.  ‘It feels good-- yeah,’ you reply honestly.

There’s a minute of silence  as Lina gently strokes your head before she pulls back and takes a deep breath.  “Would you mind if I sit in front of the mirror?”  Part of body awareness was getting to see one’s new form and start associating it as their body.