#ass obsession

The grace of god was the only thing that kept you from dropping your glass and waking up the entire house. You didn't think that anyone would be up this late when you slipped down the stairs to get a drink of water, navigating the unfamiliar home in the dark. The lights in the kitchen suddenly flicking on was startling, but even more so was the figure of your girlfriend's mother standing in the doorway. The immensity of her curves made her already slightly immodest night clothes downright lewd, her hips and thighs barely covered by the overworked and overflowing shorts that stretched over her.

Anything the water had done to wet your throat was immediately undone as Mrs. Clark sauntered towards you. The impact of each footfall rippled upwards through her thighs and her hips, the softest parts of her jiggling mercilessly. You didn't know where to look. As wide as they were, your girlfriend's curves hadn't prepared you at all for dealing with her mother. Warm embarrassment pooled in your cheeks. Any possibility that you might be hiding your fluster was immediately undermined by the smirk on the curvaceous woman's lips.

"Don't tell me you're re-hydrating for round two! My daughter is really putting you through the ringer, huh?"

Incoherent, seemingly random syllables tumbled out of your mouth. Mrs. Clark was even shorter than your girlfriend, who barely reached 5'2" on a good day, and yet she had no trouble at all backing you into a corner and making your brain melt out your ears. She stopped close enough to you that you could feel the warmth radiating out from her chest and looking down at her gave you a view of just how far her hips extended past her shoulders. A tense moment hung in the air as your heart beat loudly in your chest and you prayed that the blood wouldn't rush to one particular spot.

The short but curvy woman held her expression for as long as she could before her smirk cracked and she dissolved into a fit of giggles. The laughter shook her chest, sending fresh waves through her softness. A small hand playfully slapped your chest before wiping a tear from her eye. She grabbed the glass from your hand and took a big swig from it. "Whew, wow, Gabby was right. You really are too easy. Forgive me, cutie; I just couldn't resist."

Breaking the tension only afforded a small amount of relaxation, your girlfriend's far-too-casual mother leaning back against the counter. The pressure against the ledge made her hips spread even wider, dominating her figure. You felt faint. Mrs. Clark continued, regardless. "Sorry for startling you, handsome. And for teasing you. Gabby tells me everything and, well, I just had to see how adorable you really look when you get backed into a corner by a woman who knows exactly what she wants." Her little wink sent a shock down your body as she tilted up the glass and took another drink from it. "I know it's early; you've only been dating for a little while, but I'd be happy to welcome a guy like you into the family. But I know you're a good boy. There are some things a woman can just tell and, like I said, Gabby tells me everything. There are no secrets between us." You jump as Mrs. Clark lets her eyes dip down towards your crotch, immediately flicking back up with another smirk.

I would have liked a little bit more of my fat to redistribute up to my boobs, but you won't catch me complaining! Personally, I don't think it's cheating to ask a witch to cast a spell which redistributes your fat from your belly to your curves. I had put in the work! I was going to the gym every day, watching my calories, eating a balanced diet. I was doing everything right! I just couldn't lose that last little bit of bellyfat! So, fine, I used magic to whisk it somewhere else. Even if you disagree with the process, fuck, you can't disagree with these results! Look how fat and juicy my ass is now! I've got a certifiable peach! Not exactly organic, but it's plump and juicy and you really should see the way it jiggles when I walk. Everyone else does and, when they do, they can't stop staring at it!

That was before they found out how many calories were in a single large milkshake.

Pleasure clouded over Ruby's eyes. The sweetness on her tongue was overwhelming and there was nothing she could do but chug and chug and chug. Each loud swallow seemed to ripple through her body, making her tits jiggle and her belly slosh, until it reached her lower half. Her thick thighs and wide hips and plump ass didn't just wobble, they shook, each swallow forcing them to move and to plump up even bigger. Melted ice cream ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits as she pulled the glass away. She hadn't been breathing as she drank and so now she gasped for air. Her heart thundered in her chest. Her tongue darted out to clean up the dribbles on her chin only for her to bite her lip as she examined herself. A chubby hand reached out, fingers splayed, and sank into the softness of her thigh. A moan burst from her, taking even her by surprise, trying to suppress it a moment too late by biting her lip. She was so fucking big...

The now empty glass joined three others beside her bed and Ruby cringed at what she had done. Sheepishly, she turned towards you. "I know... I know I shouldn't have... But, fuck, I'm so big now! I'm fucking gigantic! I'm taking up half the fucking couch and my ass is lifting me way up in the air! I should have stopped after the first one. I shouldn't have had any more. I was so upset when my ass started ballooning; I was sure I wouldn't dare have another one. Then it started to feel good. Fuck, babe, it feels so sooooo fucking good. I've never been this sensitive before and I finally have an ass! I have an ass bigger than anyone who ever made me feel self-conscious about my body! Bigger than all of them combined! Plus my hips and these thick, plush thighs..."

The envious looks of her princess filled Purah with a mixture of pride and arousal. Her ass was, truly and undeniably, gigantic. Each cheek was almost completely round, bigger than her own head and stretching the limits of her pinkish-orange leggings. Knowing not only that she outsized the princess but that the princess desired what she had, Purah could barely contain her arousal. Clearly, her research was providing results, but she couldn't stop here, not when she was so close to a breakthrough.

Purah's hips, widened by her tinkering with the runes, swayed back and forth as she walked towards Zelda. The princess, for her part, was nearly hypnotized by the back and forth swinging of Purah's hips, only realizing that the Sheikah had gotten close to her when Purah used a single finger to tilt Zelda's chin up. The princess, for all her power and all her status, seemed so meek looking up at Purah. Hearing her breath catch in her throat gave Purah such pride, such power, more than she could have ever imagined.

"It's simply not ready, your highness."

Purah could see the gears inside Zelda's head turning and grinding together. It didn't seem right and the statement stretched credulity, even for Purah herself. Obviously, based on Purah's plump cheeks, her gigantic backside, her magnificent ass, clearly things had been working, at least to some degree. Purah took advantage of the clear arousal burning in Zelda's cheeks to give herself some more time.

"I've made such good progress, I won't deny that. But I feel like there's so much more to learn about this Rune and what it can do. You wouldn't be satisfied with something like this, would you?"

Purah dragged Zelda's hands around her, forcing them against the softness of her rear. Both of them cried out, Zelda in surprise and Purah in arousal, as Zelda's hands sunk into Purah's fat ass. Flesh bulged between her fingers and, despite herself, Zelda couldn't help giving the massive globes an experimental squeeze. So close together, arousal arced back and forth between their bodies. The air grew tense. Need dripped off of Purah's every word.

"A princess, a woman of your stature, wouldn't settle for merely being this big. Give me a little more time, your highness. Just a little more time to unlock the secrets of the rune and I could make you even bigger than this, even bigger than me. Please, Highness? Let me keep growing so I can make you even bigger?"

Zelda's pale cheeks burned a deep crimpson as arousal and embarrassment swirled inside her. So turned on by the fat ass in her grip, Zelda barely knew what was going on. She swallowed and nodded her head. Purah smiled.

"Denial" seems like too strong a word to describe his attitude towards his changing, Femboy body, but he certainly isn't ready to accept it. He does the usual bratty boy thing of brushing it off with jokes or try to turn it around and tease you over it. Catching you staring at his growing, juicy ass might fluster and embarrass him, but he does his best to take control by reaching around and smacking his doughy cheeks, letting out a girlish yelp that sounds too close to a moan to be accidental. Other times, especially when he's wearing yoga pants or leggings or something form-fitting, he'll drop into a squat, thring his hips back in your direction, asking you what you think of his "gains."

God, how ridiculous is that? Treating what's happening to him as if it were intentional, as if he were going to the gym to make himself curvier. He knows it isn't true and he knows how obvious the lie is. Tight, toned asses, the kind you get from working out, don't jiggle the way his does. His ass wobbles and sways with soft fat as he swings his padded hips from side to side. And, of course, working out the way he suggests he is wouldn't give him those budding breasts on his chest.

He acts like it would, of course. He gets up close to you and cups his breasts on his hands, making them look even bigger as they squish together. He talks about his "meaty, manly pecs" as if they don't look like perfect b-cup tits, perfect handfuls of soft flesh. He calls his sports bra an "athletic crop top" but you both know what it is and why he needs it and the little peaks that form, poking out through the fabric, give away his true feelings.

When he's at home, when he's alone, that's when he can finally acknowledge how his body has changed. He grabs his ass and shakes it in his hands, whimpering as he watches waves roll across the sea of dimpled fat. He licks his fingertips and rubs them over his nipples, wincing and whining as he squishes his feminine tits. The true humiliation comes when he takes a picture of himself at just the right angle, his face cropped out of it. His mouth waters, looking at the curvy, bottom-heavy figure on his screen. The early hours of the morning find him laying in his bed, covered in a sheen of sweat, spent tissues lying in a heap on the floor. He lost count of how many times he came, using his own feminized body as porn. It makes his head hurt, but in that post-orgasmic haze, he can finally allow himself to think: fuck, I'm so fucking hot...