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.
Finally once she was satisfied, Sukhpreet lifted from her squat and remembered what she got up to do in the first place, and walked out the door, still not acknowledging any of the staring classmates.
