The only way for you to survive a fatal illness is to become one with your witchy wife! It might be forever, or you might find a way back to your old body... One thing for sure is that you will share a closer bond with her than ever before. (Man-to-pussy, vagina TF, vulva/pussy absorption, etc... Very detailed absorption sequence and a little bit afterward)


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Story Text:

"We'll be together-- we have to do this," Jane softly states, sitting in bed nude as she strokes your hair.

"I-- I know... This is better than death," you mutter in response, your cock throbbing.

Jane nods and closes her eyes, reciting the incantation before placing her hand on your shoulder, causing you to glow and tingle all over.

"A-- ahh..." You gasp as your insides quiver and churn. It had been a week since you received the diagnosis-- a fatal illness that will leave you dead within three months' time. After dealing with the fear and anxiety, your lovely wife managed to find a solution thanks to her skills in witchcraft. You will indefinitely merge with her, becoming her vulva and reproductive tract where you will be free of all illness.

Jane isn't sure if she'll ever be able to get you back into a human body, but there will be plenty of time to research while you're one with her. At a minimum, you'll be spending a couple of years as her vulva due to the spell's nature, with a good chance of the fusion being a permanent arrangement.

You gasp as Jane gently pushes you onto your back and climbs onto your hips. As she straddles you, her moist folds press against your cock and she slowly descends, letting out a sharp breath as her womanhood envelops your shaft.

"J-- Just relax... I will take care of you," she promises, leaning over to kiss you deeply before starting to rock her hips.

You tremble but nod as waves of warmth and pleasure flow through your sex. You're far more sensitive than usual as you grasp the bedsheets. In a matter of seconds, you start to notice changes. Your cock stops sliding out and you feel its skin sticking to Jane's insides, followed by a strange sensation akin to your dick's flesh getting painlessly stitched to the inside of Jane's pussy. "F-- fuck, that's-- weird," you stammer.

Jane continues to grind up and down; despite your cock no longer leaving her, the grinding motion continues to fill you with warmth while your body creaks and starts to shrink. "I-- I feel it, too... We will be together soon," she says gently.

As she descends onto your waist, you feel the skin around your cock's base stick to Jane, quickly followed by a bizarre sucking sensation as your pelvis slowly pulls into her crotch. The sensations within your manhood spread outward, your nerves mingling and merging with your wife's.

Jane adjusts and leans forward, locking her legs around yours as she lays on top of you while you're conjoined at the crotch. In a few short moments, your legs quiver and sink into hers, the excess organic matter disappearing.

"Mmm-- oooh..." An orgasmic ripple courses through your genitals and radiates through what must be Jane's insides. You barely notice as your legs fully merge with hers, and your hips and waist further narrow while sucking into her.  'Fuck-- what will being her pussy feel like? To no longer be human-- not having my own body...' A myriad of feelings swirl within you as you try not to panic. Once your legs are gone, she shifts and lays on her back so your heads are on opposite ends of the bed with her legs spread wide.

All the while, you unconsciously press your arms to your sides while Jane's warm, inviting pussy pulls you inward. Before you know it, your navel is mere inches from her pelvis, your body rapidly losing girth and mass. Your arms stick to you, fusing with your sides as they disappear into your flesh; they will no longer be necessary for your life as Jane's vulva and reproductive orgains.

"F-- Fuck..." You stammer as tears well in your eyes. Having shrunk this far-- having lost your arms and your body just past your belly button, you feel a total loss of autonomy. You feel the sticky, pleasurable convulsions within Jane as if they're your own; a sensation you can't quite compare to anything else. Your organs dissipate as you're connected with her, using her body to sustain you.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart... I promise I will do everything for you-- I will be good to you," Jane purrs. She then sits up just a little as you sink into her up to your chest, her warm thighs seeming huge on either side of you. "I have to adjust you now."

When her hands approach, you realize how much smaller you've become. Your shoulders have more or less melted away, leaving the remainder of your body no wider than your head. There's now only a foot between your chin and her crotch. She gently places her hands on the sides of your head and turns you so your nose faces downward. She then carefully tilts your head back so you're staring directly forward from where her pussy sits.

Once she angles you, you feel your neck suck inward, your face now permanently stuck in the position. On top of that, you feel the back of your scalp brush upon her privates, meaning you've now been reduced to nothing more than a head and face. "O-- oh god..." You mutter in disbelief as your insides quiver and convulse. You're unsure of whether the sensations feel as though they come from your neck, body, or even your cock.

"I know-- I know... I'm sorry, dear," she whispers while gently brushing her fingers over your cheek.

As you sick into her pelvis, your mouth moistens and starts to stretch vertically. "I-- I'm ah-- ahlmosh--," you groan as your teeth recede along with your tongue. Your facial bones flatten and merge into Jane's pelvis floor while your cheeks soften and split, becoming one with your stretching lips. Unable to make words, your eyes and nose start to pull inward, the latter shriveling. At the same time, your mouth cavity extends back and rounds itself, connecting to Jane's cervix while the muscles necessary to keep your mouth closed become the very same that Jane uses to flex or squeeze her vagina. 

Soon after, you see nothing. You feel warm, fleshy walls fully envelop you while a slight tearing sensation marks Jane's urethra opening amidst your face-- or, is it the front of your body? Your mouth, your front side, and your other facial features all feel as one.  'This-- this is real... Holy shit-- Holy...' Your thoughts cut off as you pass away into a hazy slumber.

When you come to, a wave of fogginess and confusion come over you. You feel compressed by warm, soft walls, and when you try to move, you merely make your mouth convulse, which also happens to feel like your arms, legs, and much of your body.

"O-- Oh, you're awake!" Jane responds as she spreads her legs and places a mirror in front of her crotch. "How are you feeling?"

As Jane's legs spread, so do her labia, causing a rush of cool air to coat your moist folds. You see light as your vision adjusts and you're suddenly faced with the reflection of a perfectly shaped and well-manicured pussy.

"I don't mean to shock you-- but this is you, now. You'll adjust more quickly if you can see that," she says sympathetically.

'I-- I'm your pussy-- holy shit...' You think in disbelief, trying to move in any way possible. In response, the pussy in the mirror quivers and briefly tightens before growing lax once more. All the while, you tingle all over and feel a damp heat bubbling within.

"I can hear you when you think at me directly like that," Jane assures you. "When you're up to it, we'll start acclimating you to our new routines... And later, maybe I can show you some advantages to your new form, my dear," she teases, brushing a fingertip over her clit.

The feminine digit envelops your field of site and you feel pressure applied to what feels like where your thoughts and sight are centered. Moments later, a deep, insatiable feeling permeates your clit, causing immense arousal and your body to spasm. Such sensations are unlike any you've ever felt, encompassing the entirety of your being.  'I-- holy shit... I mean-- maybe...'  Is the only thinking you're able to muster in response.

Jane merely grins, eagerly awaiting the chance to show you that life won't be all that bad for the time being.