“Being a tit sounds nice,” Gwen yawned in the hazy afterglow of sex. “No responsibilities, no job, no worries. Just a fleshy and calm existence punctuated with the occasional sexual act.”
“My favourite is mashing cum between these girls,” Stella admitted with a devilish smirk.
“That sounds lovely,” Gwen replied with a sweet gaze at Stella. “My deepest darkest desire is to be your other tit. Clarence can be the right one and I’ll be the left. Then we can both be happy and together.”
“How sweet,” Stella chuckled before her eyes began to glow red and she pressed her left breast into Gwen’s face. “Well, let’s get started shall we?”
Gwen’s lips parted and latched onto that nipple. She began to suckle on it and her eyes dropped lower and lower as a feeling of calm bliss overtook her body. Her lips began to merge with the pale flesh of Stella’s breast and before long they were one being. Gwen’s eyes closed and sealed shut, her eyelashes retreating into her body while her nose shrunk down to nothingness, excess air escaping her lungs through her nostrils and not being replaced. When her lungs were finally empty her nostrils sealed over and her face smoothed out until it was nothing but a fleshy mound. Her hair retreated into her scalp, the long blonde locks vanishing and leaving a smooth hard scalp that quickly turned squishy and absorbed into Stella’s breast.
A human torso lay limp then, a body with a boob for a head that was rapidly changing. Her arms folded inwards and began to merge with her body, her boobs sunk into her flesh as hard defined shoulders grew blobby and fatty, jiggling around as if all the bones inside had turned to flesh. The shoulders merged with the breast while the legs folded upwards and began to sink into the blobby torso just like the arms had. Soon enough Gwen looked like an oversized boob with a vagina and asshole where the nipple should have been.
She began to rapidly shrink, quickly shrinking down to the size of the right breast. Her asshole sealed over while her vagina began to swell and drip juices, turning bright pink as a nipple protruded from it. Before long she’d shrunk to match the right breast, a jiggly pile of flesh with a nipple. Identical to the boob that Clarence had become.
“You look lovely dear, now let’s take care of that bothersome thinking,” Stella commented before texting a few lewd messages and getting some random guy to come to the door. Gwen couldn’t see or hear anything, she just knew that Stella had a man over and before long her form was mashed with Clarence’s with a cock between them. It was bliss and she understood clearly at that moment why Clarence had desired this, she felt a blissful pleasure and surrendered her mind the second Stella, or whatever her owner’s name was, started mashing cum between her and her twin. Every rub and gooey mush made her mind get slower and slower until she wasn’t even aware anymore, she was just breast tissue being used to mash cum around and play. She was a boob, she didn’t know what a boob was, she just was, and existence was too hard for her to even conceptualize.
“There, desire granted,” Stella sighed as she let her breasts fall back into place, covered in cum.
“Who are you talking to?” The guy she’d just milked for semen asked.
“Oh they aren’t a person, don’t worry about it,” Stella replied before leaning over and started to crawl towards that hardening dick. “By the way, do you have any dark desires you want to tell me?”