Try as you might to be a decent person-- for a long while, you've given it a serious attempt!!-- you can't help how aroused you are when you look at this strange, table-girlfriend hybrid. She looks mostly like herself, is the thing. Aside from a slightly shiny finish over her skin, it's perfectly smooth. Aside from how sturdy the table stumps at the end of her arms and legs are... the rest of her is perfectly rounded, perfectly curvy, perfectly her. And her ass... her round, wobbly ass, juxtaposed against her position, her role, is just so... well--the reason it's taken you a few hours to attempt this is because you kept getting... sidetracked, we'll say. You didn't 'use' her, or anything! That's wrong, right? ...But there's an awful alot of admiring, stroking, squeezing, kissing...
It's easy to say that's all in the past as your ridiculous motion follows through, and she suddenly bursts to life, flung out of the fused form she'd been stuck in. Or it would be, if the ass you've spent the past few hours admiring hadn't slammed you into the ground, face first. It would be, if your instincts hadn't been to immediately grasp it like the horny freak you are, squeezing yourself into those plump cheeks while Megan just sits atop you, dazed... before your hot, horny instincts betray you, and she's suddenly sitting on top of you--on the bare floor, no trace of you to be found, a pair of fusionist gloves left alone...
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Megan rubs at her head, confused, dizzy. What happened? One minute, she was heading to her room, ready to relax. The next, it's *hours* later? "What the hell...", she mutters, standing up--not even noticing the gloves, confused as she is. "And why the hell am I naked?" She shifts around as she ponders the strange little bit of amnesia she's suffering, and her impossibly fat ass squishes against the hardwood, a tremble running up her spine as her heavy ass /moans/ in a mixture of arousal and confusion.
It doesn't even phase her.
"Oh, be quiet," she chides it, pushing herself to her feet, your world wobbling as she does so. Her hands press onto her ass cheeks, squeezing them, spreading them, and your awareness begins to return while your mouth hangs open, tongue lulling out, every inch of your incredibly plush body feeling so, so hot. Her touch feels so good, your wobble feels so good... but what did... did you really-- did you really fuse with her...?
She's staring at you, now. That is-- she's staring at her own ass through a full-body mirror, staring at her widely spread cheeks as you just pant, your lips replacing a sensitive, lewd part of her. Your eyes are invisible, but you can see, clearly... up until she moves a fraction of an inch, your vision getting dizzy as it wobbles with her gelatinous rump. You try to form a confused, stunned word, but you just find yourself panting, gasping, hot, horny. You're her ass... of all the things to fuse with her for... you're her ass...
She lets you go, your 'face' crashing together with an audible CLAP that has you moaning between her cheeks as she gets to pulling out some clothes, ready to resume her day.
The gloves alter reality, that much is true. If she had fused you with her, she would at least know what happened to you--but in this world, you're just... her ass! Her HUGE ass, now that your mass has become nothing but ass fat, each cheek looking like a beachball full of clay.
And, like it or not...