Hello! I wrote this a while ago for someone who wishes to remain anonymous as a part of a trade we did. This is the longest cap I've ever written, and quite possibly the cruelest. I normally don't like writing something this cruel, though, it was worth it with what I got from the trade.

This cap's sequel: https://www.deviantart.com/waesrty/art/1220143888

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Given that the two had been dating for years, it was only natural for Thea and Andrea to go all out for their wedding. They weren't going to get married at some random church near their hometown. Instead, they were going to do so out of the country, in a tropical locale.

Ultimately they decided to get married in Hawaii, especially since Andrea had been wanting to visit the country for some time now. Having arrived at their destination, all they needed to do now was find a special tattoo shop. Part of their wedding plans was to get matching tattoos.

Each would get something along the lines of "Property of" the other spouse on their backside. Rather quickly they found the perfect place. Now they just had to wait for the day before their wedding before they'd be each other's.

Having also booked a stay at a nearby expense resort spot, it wasn't all that surprising that they found a celebrity their. Said celeb was the rapper Doja Cat, alongside her whole entourage. It was nice seeing her at first, as it was with seeing any popular celeb.

However, as the couple stayed longer at the resort, the more their thoughts on the rapper started to switch. Every night they were practically forced to stay awake as Doja and her companions partied through the night, playing their music loudly!

Not only that, but she was quite rude. Anytime the couple would interact with her, she'd always be moody towards them, never paying them any mind. It became quickly apparent how self-centered she was, that how dim she was. Finding it shocking that she was being disruptive.

It got to a point where Andrea decided to confront her about all of it. She tried to reason with her, asking her to not be soo damn annoying. All that Doja responded with was "Kiss my ass, bitch," before simply walking away from her.

Finally though, the day before their wedding arrived and Thea and her fiancée were now at the tattoo parlor. Given the specialty of the place, the two had to sign some waivers for it, which took only a couple of minutes to do so. With that complete, they were brought to separate rooms.

Entering hers, Thea was shocked to find Doja Cat sitting there, waiting for her. Scrolling on her phone, she didn't even look up when the tattoo artists asked her "Is this the woman you want tattooed to your ass?" "Huh," she replied. "Oh yes, that's her."

Before she even had the chance to argue with them, she was injected with some sort of liquid. As she felt it enter her veins she blacked out. After what was probably only a couple of minutes, Thea woke up, unable to move.

Looking in front of her she saw a mirror. On said mirror was a large dark-skinned ass. On said ass was a tattoo of tiny woman. The tiny woman looked a bit like herself, and under the ass was a pair of shorts like the ones Doja was wearing. Putting all that together, so that meant that.....

She had become Doja Cat's asscheek tattoo! "Ain't she a bute,” Doja said while rubbing her hand over the currently plastic-covered buttcheek. “Indeed she is,” said the tattooist. This wasn't on the paperwork! Which meant that someone else wanted this.

But where were they? Thea didn't know. Maybe they came to their senses, deciding that they didn't want to be some rapper's asscheek tattoo. Or they could have missed their flight. It didn't matter now, she was her tattoo, not them.

Over the next couple of days, Doja and Thea got healed up, with the latter physically settling in into being her butt tattoo. From spending hours covered up by an assortment of fabric, panties, shorts, bikini bottoms, and the like.

To being unable to do anything but sit there when she would wash or go swimming, being submerged under all sorts of water. Still, there was nothing she could do about it. Only Andrea could save her now.

Very shortly after their appointment, and Thea's disappearance, she had begun wondering where her fiancée was. As such, she went back to the tattoo place, where the manager explained the mix up. Beyond angry, she dragged her along to a nearby show Doja was performing at.

Once there, they sought Doja out before reaching her. As soon as they did, Andrea began pleading with her to return her fiancée, going into a huge song and dance about it. It was then that she was dealt a devastating blow. The whole thing was permanent!

The ink had already set, and besides, the parlor had in all its papers that you can't get rid of their tattoos. Devastated, Andrea asked the rapper if she could say goodbye to her would-be-fiancée. Stifling a laugh, she offered her a goodbye kiss, remembering what she told her earlier in the week.

With tears pouring down her face, Andrea's lips landed on Thea's immobile body, and by extension the rapper's asscheek. At that, Doja Cat could barely contain her laugh. "Well, that's it. You've kissed her goodbye, big deal.”

Thea could only helpless stare as the woman she loved, the woman she was supposed to marry laid her lips up Doja's buttcheek. She felt as her warm lips touched her tiny form, her fiancee's mouth almost the size of her.

“Think of this whole thing this way, she's now a part of something people really love. That being my ass, hehe. Besides that, she'll be a good target practice for my boyfriends. Now, that's it. Goodbye.”

If she could cry she would, but she was now just a tattoo. A buttcheek one at that. Unable to do anything but be stuck up against the popular rapper's ass. Quite a dim and rude one at that. But did all her thinking matter if there wasn't a way out of this. Her new life was going to be awful.

She'd be constantly sat on, crushed under her titanic ass. Not only that, but she was forced to taste it as well. She wasn't sure how, but given her new form, Thea was able to taste anything that was on the area she was tattooed.

As such, she was really dreading Doja's boyfriends' 'target practice.' Thanks to her senses being retained she was forced to taste and smell her ass sweat. That's all she'd be experiecing now, her senses completely forced on the rapper's ass. Her love life now out the window.

Thea watched as Andrea's figure grew distant, becoming smaller in her view, all before some bit of clothing was put over her. That little movement reinforced what all her life was going to be. Just a little ass ornament, to sit their and look pretty. All while on Doja Cat's ass.

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