She gripped her right buttcheek, wondering if touching her butt might make something happen, when she felt a shift in weight and found herself holding on to a fleshy mass. It was soft and heavy, and Jen knew that she hadn't let go of her butt during this time. Pulling her hand around, along with the object it held, Jen just sort of stared at what she hand in her hand. It felt like her brain was short circuiting and she just couldn't get it to start up again. There, in her hand, was her big, beautiful ass. It looked like two large fleshy orbs joined together near the back, and dangling before her she could see that yes, her asshole was right there in the middle, winking at her.
She set the butt down on the couch and felt around her backside, where her butt was supposed to be. Smooth skin greeted her, and as she ran her hands down from her hips to her legs, she felt a flat unbroken expanse of skin. Turning around she stared dumbfounded at the butt resting on her couch. The sense of bewilderment was starting to abate and Jen was becoming more able to take in the situation. Kneeling down, she brought her face closer to the butt. She was getting a view of herself like she was never supposed to have been able to. She gripped both cheeks in her hands, and although the sensation was the same as it had always been, there was a certain allure to touching herself like this that sent an erotic shiver down her spine. She kneaded and rubbed her juicy butt, enjoying her soft rear. After a few long moments of this, curiosity got the better of her and she spread her asscheeks. She had never before seen her little sphincter like this and watched in rapt attention as her puckered hole twitched in time with her molestation of her butt.
her mind began to wander, pondering if this might be permanent, or if she would be able to attach her butt back to herself. Then, her eyes caught the bottle and new thoughts emerged...