#ass tf

I've read some hot stuff from vore-writer about ass tf but I forgot about them until right now, reading this (think you can find those captions over on DeviantArt). There was one where a dude's brother merged with the guy's boyfriend's ass. He could talk using the bf's hole. And when the bro said he wasn't going to unmerge, the guy decided to fill his bf and brother up with cock at the same time. Hot stuff

An Ass of an Employee

You eyed your destiny from across the room. It was now or never. Sukhpreet was lifting from her chair, using muscles you'd no doubt be familiar with if your desires were fulfilled. Desires to be her ass.

You would need to kick it into gear if you were going to keep her in range to execute the incantation. You stared at the now standing bubble butt, its shape outlined perfectly by her sweatpants. Sukhpreet was wearing sweatpants. The loosest pants you've seen her in, and her ass was still accentuated in form fitting perfection.

That was the kind of ass you wished to be, and you had the incantation to make it so. Female celebrities have been using it recently to let select fans serve them as intimate parts, and you managed to figure it out. You'd figured out how to make it completely unilateral, no interactions necessary. No sooner had the words left your lips, the tingling started.

And both of you felt it. Sukhpreet stopped in her tracks, clearly distracted by the sensation. She twisted awkwardly around to check her backside, and then self-consciously looked around to see if anyone watched her do so.

It was a miracle that her survey missed you. Or, maybe it was because your humanity was actively fading? Your stare was lessening in significance to her, as well as to everyone else. With each second that the spell continued, there was less and less of a reason to recognize your presence. Each reservation for respect you possessed exchanged for expectations for your new existence. Expectations for an ass. A girl's ass.

Perhaps you didn't deserve the respect you had before. This is what you wanted after all, throwing away everything as you rode the tingling sensation shared between you and your classmate. You were quite frail in your seat, but oh how nice it felt to take your place as Sukhpreet's rear. Your duty as counterweight to her posture came in to play when the weight of her torso came upon you. And then she dropped into a squat.

You thought you had a grasp on what to expect. But as Sukhpreet held her position, it became clear what was happening. She was trying to wake her ass up. To Sukhpreet, this was nothing but a temporary and minor inconvenience. And That's all it will ever be to her, simply because it was illogical for her to think anything else, especially the silly idea that this concerned you.

Sukhpreet immediately employed the well known remedy for such an occasion. Her glutes began firing, the muscles tensing, flexing, with the goal of engaging dormant nerves within. Except that the nerves weren't asleep. They were very much awake, receiving signals that translated to one clear message that put you in your place: You're an ass. A girl's ass. Sukhpreet's ass.

You had no agency left in your clothes across the room. Nothing of you remained outside of being your classmate's posterior. Sukhpreet's last measure to deal with the tingling landed her grasp on your form, massaging herself with no shame. This was the most attention she'd likely ever pay to you, focused on alleviating the last of that annoying sensation. And thus, she failed to notice the eyes turning to her as she continued her act of indecency, giving you the attention a dumptruck like you deserved.

Objectification was a given when society had a name like that for you. But when you're mostly just fat without any braincells left, it's hard to rise above thinking of yourself that way. All you could process now was how Sukhpreet's panties felt, and how it would feel to be slapped by a guy that Sukhpreet approved of.

Connor was obsessed with his looks. He wanted to be perfect. He went so far as to make a wish to the Wishmaster. Wishmaster, I want to be perfect in everyway. And with that his wish was granted. He waited anxiously to see what he became.

It was dark were he was, he could smell a heavy musk, was it coming from him. Suddenly he felt air hit his skin as the darkness began to lift.

A mirror in front of him revealed gorgeous porn star DeAngelo Jackson , but that couldn't be right, he wasn't moving or pulling the shorts down, he felt nothing, not until DeAngelo's hands grabbed on to him, then he knew his cruel fate. He had been transformed into DeAngelo Jackson's Perfect Ass. Doomed for eternity to be an ass inside and out, but damn, the sensations he felt when touched was Amazing.

Soon he found himself on full display as the film the were shooting began. He fet a tongue enter his hole, being seductively played with before finally feeling a cock enter and ride him, the fucking lasted for what seemed like hours while the feeling of being fucked sent him into a blissful state. It was an amazing high as cum filled him up, when they were finished, cum leaked out his hole and down his cheeks. Not only was he a perfect ass now he loved being used. Maybe being stuck as a perfect ass wouldn't be so bad. After a warm shower him and his new master awaited the next time he'd be used.

Godly Behind

Commission for an anonymous client

An Arceus, wanting to understand why mortals enjoy big assets, used Transform on herself. Unbeknowst to her, the move needed more mass to work. Someone has been brought to space, ending up as Arceus' rear.

(Check out the full, NSFW version of this story HERE!)

You know what… I don’t believe I have!

This is crazy; I’ve been around for a while now and I’ve turned guys into all sorts of shit, but I can’t name a single time I turned one of them into a butt! Which is tragic really because it can be a lot of fun (depending on who’s butt; some guys don’t know how to clean up down there).

But there’s a first for everything, right? Now, who’s ass would you like to be?

Oh, I’m sorry. I just assumed that since you asked, you were the one looking to be transformed. Was this just meant to be a hypothetical question? A curious query? Well, let me walk you through some potential candidates so you can “ass”-ess your options. Perhaps I can change your mind…

First, let’s start with the classics:

Why not be any ordinary, run-of-the-mill ass when you could be America’s Ass? Yes, I am offering you the opportunity to be Captain America’s tush.

As you can imagine, Cap’s ass sees quite a bit of action—and I’m not just talking about fighting bad guys (though I must say he is one limber son of a bitch and that suit breathes like Egyptian cotton. You’re bound to have a great time either way).

No, I’m talking about the action Cap sees off the field. You’re kidding yourself if you don’t think all these ridiculously hot superheroes aren’t fucking each other senseless when they’re not off saving the world. All that pent up stress, all that athletic ability going to waste… the Avengers headquarters is basically one non-stop orgy, and while Cap might dominate the battlefield, his tastes in the bedroom are a little more…

Yeah, you get the idea. As Cap’s ass, you’ll be getting real familiar with Thor’s beard, Natasha’s strap on, and the Hulk’s you-know-what (trust me: it fits). Captain Rodgers won’t be able to suit up without someone’s load leaking out of your pretty pink hole, and get ready to have bright red handprints on your cheeks 24/7. That ass sees a lot of love… tough love.

Butt wait! There’s more! If you think a real life superhero might be a bit too intense for a first time tourasst (yes, I just came up with that) why not one of the guys who plays one?

God went a little overboard when he designed Chris Hemsworth. Big biceps, big pecs, big Disney paychecks and, most importantly, a big fucking ass.

Being Chris Hemsworth’s butt means getting to sit in (or rather, be sat on) for all of his crazy Marvel workout sessions. You know what I’m talking about: those incessant instagram posts of Chris in various states of undress, sweating like a stuck pig, pumping iron as if he’s training for Mr. Olympia while some equally attractive personal trainer screams in his ear.

You’re hard just thinking about it, aren’t you? I sure as hell am.

Now: imagine being Chris’ butt. You can practically taste all that celebrity sweat dripping down your crack, your puckering hole tensing in tandem with each guttural grunt.

Just wait ‘till he starts doing squats. Chris loves those squats. He likes to go pretty low, spreading you out and stretching your muscles until you’re burning white hot.

And when he’s done? Chris likes to spend some quality “me” time in the sauna. Of course, “me” in this case includes you, so if you’ve ever wanted to get up close and personal with Chris while he beats his fat donkey cock, this is about as close as you can get (unless you wanna be his dick, but that’s another conversation).

Who knows? He may even stick a finger or two in you. It wouldn’t be the first time…

So, what do you think so far? Does being a butt sound like a good time? Well just you wait because I think our final candidate has some attractive “ass”-ets.

Meet Sam.

That’s right: I saved the best for last.

Sam’s ass is—for lack of a better word—legendary. This man has spent years and years sculpting those cheeks into two perfect globes of muscle and fat. To say they are his pride and joy would be selling it short. Guys come (and cum) from miles around to get a taste of Sam’s perfect butt… literally. Nary a day goes by when Sam’s hole isn’t filled with a dick, a dildo, or someone’s thirsty tongue.

As such, Sam runs a tight ship down there. His butt is clean and well manicured, which means if you choose to become Sam’s ass, you’ll be treated like a princess (and likely called one too).

And the best part? You’ll get a lot of sun. Sam doesn’t keep his ass hidden under suits or sweaty workout shorts like Cap & Chris. Quite the contrary; Sam seldom finds himself in a situation where his ass isn’t hanging out or on full display. You’ll be getting very familiar with his vast collection of jockstraps, singlets, and thongs.

Needless to say, he can be quite the exhibitionist.

Have you cum to a decision? Are you down for some “butt stuff” or are you gonna pass on this one?

But I already know the answer.

I can see it, flashing in your mind’s eye. I’ve gotten very good at reading people over the years, at sniffing out their deepest desires and giving voice to their unspoken wishes. I know exactly which ass you want to be, you don’t even need to tell me.

After all, it’s not like you could anyway. Your transformation has already begun!

That’s right; there’s no use for talking when your mouth is slowly becoming an asshole, when your lips start to curl into a round, flowery sphincter. You may start feel each of your cheeks inflate like those of a chipmunk, growing and growing until they’ve consumed your entire face. You feel them gently touch each other, forming a crack over your former mouth.

You want to reach up and touch the miraculous changes occurring on your face, but you no longer have any hands to touch with. Your arms are gone. Everything is gone, in fact: your legs, feet, torso, even your own ass is missing.

Because nothing belongs to you any more. You are only a part of him, one of many muscles on a big and busty body.

Ugh, you make such a cute butt, don’t you? Well, I hope you have a great time as Sam’s ass. Who am I kidding: I know you will! There’s already a big muscle stud with a 10-inch cock on his way to dump a load in you as we speak!

Just be sure to let me know once you’ve had your fill of spunk and spit (among other things).

How will you let me know, you ask? Oh don’t worry… I can just tell.