Janice and Jim sit on the couch enjoying a movie, with a bowl of popcorn situated between them. Janice was slouched back awkwardly, naked from the waist down, her ass pushed forwards so she could shovel popcorn between her legs. It had been a year and a half since the rather abrupt end of Dr Von Crucial. It had been right as he was about to recapture his “artwork”, a bullet ripping cleanly through his skull as a young officer had gotten an itchy trigger finger. No one expected this outcome, for if he had such powerful abilities, then such a thing should have been impossible. But for all his careful planning, he hadn’t anticipated the frightened young officer actually discharging her weapon. Usually this would have been child’s play to him, but his focus was squarely on his prize. And so, any hope of those who had been transformed to return to normal, along with his vast magical knowledge, died with him. The entire room had been dumbfounded, such a seemingly unstoppable foe had just had his head reduced to a red mist. As weeks turned to months, Janice quickly realized that her only hope of returning to normal was dead and gone. Never again would she be able to give her husband a warm smile or a loving kiss without exposing her bare ass. She would live the rest of her life like this, her anus mere milimeteres from her nose and her two pairs of lips lined up end to end. The vivid horror of the first time a log of crap had exited her beautiful face was still fresh in her mind, unable to escape the horrible smell no matter how tightly she pinched her nostrils. She remembered the how awkward it had been, the night the two had gotten wasted and slept together, how in the heat of passion his penis had accidentally entered the wrong hole. How he had tentatively probed her misplaced sphincter with his tongue as their faces met, both being too caught up in the moment to stop, so she sucked him off while he frenched her anus. How the two had woken with massive hangovers, yet retaining every graphic detail of their night together. How they had talked about having kids, but Janice was terrified of them being somehow corrupted by some kind of residual magic, or somehow inheriting their mother’s transformation.
It had been long enough that the two had begun to adjust to their altered lives. Janice had gone all but nose-blind from the pungent smell of her own flatulence, and Jim had grown accustomed to showing affection by giving her anus a light peck from his lips. She kept it well-shaved and cleaned it constantly, and had even started applying lipstick around the edges, in an attempt to try and give at least some appearance of normalcy. Her life had been quite literally flipped upside down, but the two had made the most of their situation as best they could. A few days ago the two had even tried anal for the first time, and she had found the experience unsettling but also quite exhilarating, feeling the shaft slide in and out of her anus in time with the bobbing motions of her head and neck. She had felt the cum fill her misplaced rectum as his cock softened, and she slid her face off of it, bringing her head to his and pushing her anus against his lips, allowing him to clean his own cum from her ass using his tongue. Her anus had both metaphorically and physically taken center stage in their relationship, as something plastered to one’s face will often do.
Regardless, she would live on, for her husband’s sake, in spite of everything that had happened.