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Definitely Not Liable - Part 3 (Patreon Commission+ for Joducus)
🕑 Added 2022-09-03 15:58:44 +0000 UTCTAGS: Transformation/TF, Bimbofication/Physical Bimbofication, Growth/Expansion, Shortstack/Shortstackification
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Of course, it did need her to pull out all the stops, by which of course she meant actually throwing herself at him. It was one thing to toy with her hubby, one thing to pull his pants down and see if she couldn’t “free the beast”, as it were; quite another for her to take her compacted weight and see if she couldn’t use physics to her advantage, quite literally throwing her whole body against Jeremy’s in order to throw him off-balance.
As long as she did this next to a soft surface, then they were golden; hell, she’d take the ground by that point, but she wasn’t that desperate that she would rush to it before trying out some alternatives first: she was horny, not stupid. What she needed, what they both needed, was a good, resistant bed on which they could fuck, a bed or a couch that they could tear apart and mangle in their unhesitant lovemaking.
Jeremy, for all that he tried to pretend that he didn’t want any part in this, succumbed very easily. Not outwardly, at first, but Ashley had known him for long enough to know the difference between genuine protests and mock ones: the precise point beyond which his whining went from a legitimate attempt at letting her know he had reservations, to the sounds of a thirsty sub who wanted nothing more than to allow her to guide his hand going forward. It would take some more time before he came to this conclusion in a conscious manner, but already his subconscious self had given itself up to Ashley’s allure; as it should, given that she’d put in enough work that she earned her husband’s devotion.
Plus, at her size, anything other than sitting still was a chore. Not only was she much smaller than she used to be, but she was carrying a pair of racks swollen with milk, an ass wide enough to get stuck in doors, and now a set of lips so thick and heavy that she could feel them pulling down on her head. Really, was she expected to take the lead on everything? The least she could expect from Jeremy was to get on with it and accept that this was happening, that he wasn’t hallucinating; then acceptance could come, when her better half finally got through to himself and stopped pretending like he didn’t just have every shameful dream of his come true.
She knew what he wanted. Jeremy’s browser history spoke for itself, even if Jeremy himself refused to disclose what he did when he thought no one was looking. And frankly, Ashley hadn’t gone through the trouble of being transformed into whatever she was just so she could get back home and be told she wasn’t going to be fucked like an animal on the regular. Jeremy’s job as her partner for life was to provide the requisite marital assistance as befitting the male in the house; her job was to drive him to the brink of arousal-fueled insanity and then keep him there for as long as it took for all that extra libido she had to go away.
For Ashley was still operating under the assumption that her horny energy could be burned off. As far as she knew, there was no reason for it not to, at some point, be thoroughly spent; she wasn’t a living violation of thermodynamics, all that extra size was likely the result of her body being compressed and her being injected with growth supplements. Plus, she was terribly famished, and would likely need to eat half her bodyweight after she was done with Jeremy just to keep her body from cannibalizing itself.
Thus, it made perfect sense that, if she just got off enough times, then she could go back to… well, not normal, given the state of her, but to a point where she could actually think properly, where her thought process wasn’t constantly interrupted by that voice demanding she suck dick. She could still think, but it was annoying to have her desires spelled out for her that clearly and incessantly; hence, the immediate diving into debauchery, and the complete disregard for anything resembling self-control.
Somehow, at some point, both Jeremy and Ashley found themselves in their bedroom. Neither of them could explain how or why they managed to make their way from the living room to the other side of the house, but the latter in particular wasn’t about to waste time asking questions: the two were within jumping distance of their bed, so it was time to all-but tackle Jeremy onto it and worry about consequences never. Only when she heard him grunt on impact did Ashley finally let loose entirely, knowing now that she had her hubby exactly where she wanted him.
And with this, another growth spurt. Almost like her body knew that it was about to undergo its most straining trial yet, the entirety of Ashley surged outwards in preparation for Jeremy undoubtedly ploughing her senseless. After all, he was a fan of the excessive, of sizes that couldn’t normally be reached, so the best way to ensure he was properly motivated was to change herself so that she could not just match her hubby’s fantasies, but surpass them: rounder, fuller tits, a bigger, fatter ass, wider and pudgier thighs, even more lip thrown in for good measure; wouldn’t be enough until she could cover his entire face and leave it covered in a combination of saliva and lipstick… even if she didn’t quite know where the latter had come from.
No matter. She had it, and now Jeremy had it, and now the two of them could get started on what actually mattered. Were the cops presumably on their way to respond to a missing person’s report suddenly being called off? Probably, likely even. Were there going to be a great deal of questions regarding Jeremy’s involvement, as well as how in the hells Ashley managed to turn herself into… whatever she was? Oh, absolutely, and not easy to answer ones either. But neither her nor her hubby were in any mood to answer questions; indeed, if anyone were to knock on their door right there and then, they wouldn’t even bother answering.
Assuming they could even hear it, which, given the amount of noise being generated, was highly unlikely. Not just from the bedsprings being given a workout, not just from the moaning of both the altered genetic scientist and her precious little guy, but the slurping as well; perhaps the most surprising aspect of having lips big enough to literally suck on most of Jeremy’s face was that, regardless of what she did, wet slurping was sure to follow: be it Ashley licking her own lips, kissing the love of her life, or doing unspeakable things to a cock that seemed terribly undersized compared to the smoochers enveloping it, the sound was everpresent, and unmistakeable.
Good thing they didn’t have any upstairs neighbours anymore, or otherwise there would’ve been plenty of noise complaints flooding their way. Jeremy had, by then, almost entirely surrendered to the fact that he was beyond infatuated by his wife; while the desire to worry was still there to some degree, he could no longer resist the constant, unending surge of attention and affection coming his way, not when it came in the form of a hyper-curvaceous, mega-stacked and excessively-proportioned beauty like Ashley. What he could do was succumb; succumb and give up trying to pretend he wanted anything more than what he was being given in that precise moment.
And Ashley herself had little else to do but to keep providing. It was a mutual exercise: she gave Jeremy what he needed to get over his own fears, and he, in turn, would fuck her like a wild animal until she could barely walk. Not that she could do so any longer, what with her ass and tits alone having bloated to the point where she was most likely doomed to a life of practical immobility, but that was neither here nor there; what was important was that she keep going, because then Jeremy would keep going, in a beautiful, perpetual symphony.
Words that were perhaps a bit too beautiful to describe what was actually happening, but words used regardless; it wasn’t as if anyone was keeping track, and Ashley could describe her being rutted like a rabbit in heat in whatever damned terms she well wanted. Plus, Jeremy wasn’t about to complain; he was too busy grunting and groaning like a beastial caveman to do much of anything else. Plus, with the amount of weight he had on her, Ashley had very little she could do besides think up whatever random scenarios she could to help pass the time.
It was strange. She had complete dominion and control over herself, even in the middle of a fuck marathon that would’ve normally left her entirely insensate. She’d been there before, when occasionally bringing home some experimental products that weren’t supposed to leave the laboratory; sure, this was before her current assignment, but she still distinctly recalled there being moments where her mind was just a blank, when she could barely think at all, let alone do anything more complex.
And yet, there, she didn’t feel this way. In fact, she didn’t feel much of anything beyond a constant, low-key pleasure emanating from most of her body; it was like her brain had filtered out most of what she was actually experiencing, but just enough that she didn’t lose her mind entirely. It was still good, and she could still feel every inch of Jeremy inside of her, not to mention the grabby, greedy hands, the rolling of hips, his hot breath rolling onto her lips… yet, a the same time, she was still fully cognizant, still fully in control of her actions, and not one step closer to a mindbreak than before.
Plenty of ways to interpret this, but Ashley being Ashley, and with her mind having most definitely been warped by all those chemicals running through her, she decided to take something of a more drastic approach. Clearly, whatever she was injected with had increased her sex drive to such a degree that whatever Jeremy was doing was just not enough: he was definitely trying his best, but there was a point beyond which physical limitations made it impossible for him to do more…
… which only meant she had to resort to drastic measures.
She still had those chemicals running through her veins. Hard to tell if they were active in a way that allowed them to be “shared”, but her body was reacting to her arousal by warping itself even further the more she got fucked, so who was to say she couldn’t spread the gift? Who was to say those luscious lips of hers couldn’t be altered so that, rather than just saliva, they were running with the same compound that made her what she was then?
It was impossible to tell what it would do to Jeremy, or indeed if it would even do anything at all, but she had to try; besides, it wasn’t as if she was doing much, merely unlocking the man’s full potential after he embraced his role as her breeder-to-be. A strategically placed, barely-understandable question here, a grunted yes there, and soon enough, she was thinking real hard on just that: on letting Jeremy experience what she had gone through.
Maybe it would work. Maybe it would take time. But as it stood, Ashley only knew one thing: she needed more, and if she had to supercharge Jeremy to get it, she would.
Only then would she be truly satisfied.
