“So… how’s it down there~?” Sharon teased, the redhead currently all alone in her room, talking to nobody or particular… or at least that’s how it looked for any outsiders that could’ve come in.
But, unfortunately, the truth was quite different… Just minutes ago, there was someone else besides Sharon in the room - her love rival, Tina, to be exact. And the girl was still there, at least in spirit. But now, all that remained of her was a pair of eye-shaped tattoos adorning her competitor’s now rather voluptuous bottom, thanks in part to the simple fact that… Tina was the bottom in question, thanks to a nifty spell cast by the redheaded witch.
Turn me back, you bitch! I don’t deserve this! Cried the former girl, hoping that this time, her puckery lips would actually let her pent-up anger come out in a vocalized form, but alas, nothing of the sort happened. After all, why would it? Even if it felt like her mouth, the orifice was nothing more than another woman’s butthole…
“Hehe, why so quiet~? Well, doesn’t matter, I’m sure you’re enjoying yourself just as much as I am, speaking of which…
PPPFRRTTT!!
Agck! Bleh! W-what the fuck?! D-did you just fart?!
“There, that should be a nice warm-up before I break you in properly…” Tina’s tormentor giggled and before the transformed, still gagging (or… well, she would gag if she was able to) girl had any time to process what ‘breaking in’ meant in regards to a pair of asscheeks, she yelped as a sudden, yet tremendous amount of force coursed through her fleshy body, sending ripples across its pink surface.
Tina wasn’t exactly sure what had transpired, but her sudden lack of ability to see and the continuous pressure could only lead her to one solution - she was currently being sat on! God, why did she have to be hit by that stupid spell?! She didn’t deserve to have her face squished against someone’s stupid sofa!!
“Guh, the fact that I can’t hear you squirm makes this not as fun as I would’ve hoped… Guess I gotta push you even further so I’m 100% certain you feel like you’ve entered the ninth circle of hell without hearing your screams, you boyfriend-stealing whore!”
…And ‘hell’ was exactly what Tina would use to describe what she felt as her newfound torturer started rubbing her thong-wearing ass against the sofa, which not only hurt the transformed girl like a bitch, but all the heat from the friction created made everything so salty and unbearable… She didn’t deserve it! She didn’t wanna be a stupid butt! She didn’t even like the guy that much, she’d be fine with giving him up if it meant she kept her humanity! How long would it be before she was turned back?! It had to be temporary, right? Right!?
Predictably, the absorbed girl’s pleas went unheard as Tina kept torturing her… at least until she got bored, went over to a drawer next to her bed, and took a pink, latex object out of it.
“Hope you like anal, ass-girl~”