Definitely Not Liable - Part 2 (Patreon Commission+ for Joducus)

TAGS: Transformation/TF, Bimbofication/Physical Bimbofication, Growth/Expansion, Shortstack/Shortstackification

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It just so happened that said darkest desires were mostly the need to suck on something long, hard, and preferably dripping with enough spunk to thoroughly glaze her; given that her body seemed to be getting smaller and smaller by the second, this was likely not that much of a request, all things considered. Really, if not for the fact that her tits were pulling her down far more than before, it might’ve even been downright pleasant; even now, Ashley was convinced that all she needed was some time to adapt and she’d be perfectly golden going forward.

Her workplace seemed to think so too, not that she was aware of it. By the time the door to her laboratory was opened from the inside, the former genetic scientist had been reduced to a moaning, practically-mewling heap on the floor, one hand between her legs, another on her lips. The transformative substance had spread upwards as well by then: she didn’t so much have those smoochers plumped as they turned into thick, oversized pillows, ready to wrap around something worthy of their face-distorting size. In the absence of such an insertion, however, Ashley made due; a few fingers tided her over while he waited for something more substantial.

She failed to notice the large number of armed personnel walking in, far more than during the ambush; she failed to notice the group of hazmat-suited technicians, most of whom she would recognise had she kept her wits about her. She didn’t notice the battery of tests she was submitted to, being far too concerned with the toy they put in her hands; if Ashley knew anything better than to have a two foot-long synthetic phallus firmly grasped in her greedy fingers, then she didn’t care about it anymore, because this was it, this was the life.

Being made compliant to the invasive testing procedures, there was no resistance on Ashley’s part to having her body turned into a guinea pig for whatever random experimentation the team dreamt up. Perhaps, if she had remained in control of herself, rather than having gleefully thrown herself into whatever random whim popped into her head, she would’ve noticed that she was kept inside the lab for far longer than she normally would’ve been there; her shift came and went, and with it the people around her, until they were replaced by entirely unknown, stone-faced researchers that looked markedly less conflicted about what they were doing.

By then, her body had all-but finished its metamorphosis. Now little more than four feet tall, Ashley couldn’t decide which part of her was best: the two pairs of tits, each bigger than her head and constantly leaking with milk, the absurdly exaggerated hips and thick, heavyset legs underneath, or the plump pillows she called lips, jutting out from her face. All of it was also an option, to be fair; if anyone asked, she likely would’ve just groped herself and begged for someone to come fuck her harder, assuming she even managed to get anything out at all.

And, on some level, Ashley figured this was exactly what the company wanted; at the very least, whenever she was given the opportunity to be openly demanding, the number of clipboards and pens drawn out drastically increased, and while she didn’t know what that meant, there was a memory of a past life within her that let her know it was definitely important. Also something that meant she should be doing it again, and again, harder and more lustful each time, until she ran out of sentience with which to do so.

So why bother worrying about such trivialities as whether or not she was going to go home in time for Jeremy to not be worried? She was a big girl, he was a big boy, no doubt he could handle himself for a few hours; if he had any questions, she figured she could just tell him that she had a craving for dick and the company was happy to provide, he’d understand that! Besides, it was so easy to lose track of time when one was having fun, and she was definitely having fun in that testing chamber.

Hours did pass. Or maybe minutes. Days? Weeks, perhaps, but never months, she’d know that much. Some time, some time passed, after which she had a beautiful young woman, clad in the purest of yellow hazmat, come fetch her from her room, then lead her by the hand to the elevator leading up to the surface. Ashley didn’t recognise her; if she was a coworker, then it was one the transformed scientist had never seen before, nevermind how her face was barely visible behind the visor.

The trip upwards was almost surreal now that Ashley’s perspective of the world had shifted so radically. Everything looked huge from down there, even more so than when she had those three volunteers take care of her when she started complaining extra loudly; in the elevator, each stop jerked her around so much that she nearly fell… though, that might also be explained away by her tits being so full that any sudden motion was liable to do the exact same.

Whatever the case, when the doors opened and she emerged into the employee’s lobby, for Ashley it was almost like an entirely new life being lived. She’d forgotten what the outside looked like, in between the hours (days?) of nonstop stimulation disguised as a battery of physical examinations; she knew better, she knew that what had happened was just a thinly veiled excuse to fuck her, and she was all for it. If anything, her being booted out was the worst part, given that she couldn’t just beg for attention and get it anymore… at least, until she returned home.

Home, where Jeremy was waiting for her. Home, on the front door of which she was unceremoniously dumped off of a car, followed by a quick knock, a ringing of the bell, and the sound of an engine roaring into the distance. Home, where Jeremy found her lying on the ground along with a short note, written by the HR department back from work, detailing how Ashley had been the “unfortunate victim” of an “unforeseeable workplace accident”, among other, even more egregious falsehoods.

Ashley herself was so out of it that she barely noticed when Jeremy dragged her back home, looking more terrified than she’d ever seen him; no clue why, since, well… she was there, wasn’t she? She was back home, perfectly safe, and nothing had happened to her. Nothing bad, at least, even if it was permanent; in fact, she might go so far as to say that it was a straight up upgrade to how she used to be, since now at least she’d be able to properly take care of their sex life all on her own!

Jeremy, for his part, was doing his best to make a mountain out of a molehill when he decided to start ranting about how the company had “done something” to her, and how “wrong” it was, and all manner of moralistic crap that she, frankly, had no patience for. Nor did she ever imagine Jeremy to be so judgemental about it; was he not happy that his wife had finally learned to loosen up a little? She knew he wanted her to, even if he refused to outright say it; the man was terrible at hiding his thoughts.

Still, she could at least understand why her hubby might be left slightly on edge by her sudden transformation. It had come out of nowhere, to be fair, and she didn’t even have the time to call head; not to mention the fact that she’d been gone for an indeterminate, but definitely abnormal amount of time, given that Jeremy had to call the police to “call off the searches” now that she was back. How exactly the police would react to her, one could only imagine, but that was no longer her problem.

No, her problem, as Ashley soon came to understand, was that she was too short to reach anything around the house. While Jeremy was busying himself growing extra wrinkles on his forehead, she had decided to just go about her day, seeing as she was likely not due to return to her workplace until they came back to fetch her. No clue why she thought that, but it made sense, so she was ready to roll with it.

Unfortunately, she was barely over four feet in height now, which made getting to anywhere an absolute pain in the neck. Something as simple as a kitchen counter went from a perfectly mundane piece of furniture that she barely ever thought of to a legitimate obstacle, especially given their design had nothing for her to really hold onto; polished marble had been such a wonderful choice back when they were buying the house, not so much now that she needed something solid to grip in order to keep herself from slipping when trying to get a peek.

Not to mention: how was she supposed to get herself a snack now? Was she going to have to ask Jeremy to come get the ham out of the fridge for her now? Was she going to need help getting a plate out of the cupboards? Bit of a bother, really, but, what was she going to do? Her body was already the way that it was, so it only made sense that she try to adapt around it.

It would’ve been significantly easier had Jeremy just learned to deal with it the same way she had; honestly, it had been what, an hour since she returned home? She couldn’t have been gone that long, and besides, it wasn’t as if anything that drastic had happened to her; odds were, she’d be right back to normal eventually, at some point, maybe, and then no one would be any the wiser! For the time being, he really should’ve just learned to appreciate what he had there, rather than worrying so much about her wellbeing.

That, above all else, was the most puzzling aspect of it: he was so dreadfully concerned about whether or not she was “alright”, or if “it hurt”, whatever “it” was. He asked a whole slew of questions whenever he could find the inspiration to actually speak, rather than just glower at her, none of which Ashley particularly cared to answer; she was fine, and quite obviously so, thus any questions about it would get the exact same response: a shrug, and silence from someone who couldn’t be bothered to repeat herself.

She did have enough self-awareness to recognise when she was getting cranky though; probably all the chronic cock deficiency she was experiencing by then. Back in the lab, Ashley at least had something to entertain herself with, even if it was a toy more often than not; still, something was better than nothing, and her fingers just wouldn’t cut it anymore, not after she so thoroughly explored herself with them that she could practically taste the contours of them just by looking down at her hands.

But she had to get something in there. Just the thought of maybe going for another hour without sucking dick was frightening on a level that Ashley genuinely hadn’t thought possible; it struck an existential nerve with her, as if her very sense of self was threatened with obliteration. She couldn’t just be there without cock to worship, what would be the point? She had Jeremy there, did she not? Sure, he might still be convinced that there was something wrong with her, but he had dick, and if he knew what was good for him, he was going to give it to her so she could worship it properly!

Would’ve been easier if she could communicate, to be fair. Talking was something of a problem when her lips were too big for her to formulate proper words.

Still, she could try her best to let Jeremy know what she wanted; not exactly difficult to tell him she needed his cock in her mouth, all she had to do was splay herself over him and start grabbing his dick and trying to take off his pants. It would have been easier if Jeremy himself didn’t constantly try and move away from her; for whatever reason, the young man still insisted on being all panicky about it, rather than appreciating what he had for himself!

After a fashion, even Ashley had to give up. At some point, Jeremy would learn to love what his wife was trying to do for him, but if he wanted to be all shouty about it, then she had no recourse but to try and figure herself out without using the good stuff. It was his loss as well; she was more than capable of using her own toys to handle her needs, at least for the time being, and was certain she’d be able to hold out for longer than Jeremy would. Ashley might’ve been shrunken down and made five times as thick, but that didn’t leave her so much dumber that she didn’t recognise who had the best stamina in that house.

Unfortunately for her, it was far easier to make this claim than it was to live up to it, especially once it became clear that her toys were far smaller than she remembered them being. Or, rather, Ashley had expected their size to feel much larger now that she herself was shorter, but ten inches were still ten inches, and no matter how much she tried to pretend otherwise, she just didn’t feel as full without it being Jeremy in some capacity behind the wheel. She could try to act like it, could try and moan and whine and beg, but in the end, it just wasn’t the same.

It also didn’t help that Jeremy himself kept following her wherever she went, always standing a few feet away looking terribly worried for her safety. Pointless, and a waste of his energy, but if he wanted to stand there and look at his wife handling herself without intervening, then Ashley wasn’t going to stop him; she was far more concerned with how the many toys she was using just didn’t cut it, no matter how much strength she put behind it, to the point where she went through her entire collection in under ten minutes and then discarded them entirely… before coming back to them later, that is.

Ashley went through most of the house in her search for something to put inside of her. Oddly enough, it wasn’t even between her legs; while her nethers were definitely needy, and leaky enough that her inner thighs were already slick with femcum just from her sucking on plastic phalluses, what Ashley really needed was something for her mouth. Call it oral fixation if one wanted, but the transformative agent had left her lips so plump, so plush, so oversized and overgrown, that not only couldn’t she speak normally, her attention was diverted almost entirely towards them.

Then again, how could it not? She could reach up and grab a literal handful, and it still wouldn’t be enough to take up most of one of her lips; even the upper one, which was ever so slightly smaller than its lower twin, was so engorged that Ashley could easily bring both hands up, grab a whole palm’s worth of soft, plump smoocher, and still have some left over. Even looking where she was going was rendered harder than usual, what with there being such an enormous blockage directly in front and below… but that was hardly the worst part.

No, the worst part was that the number of nerve endings on those things seemed to have grown in proportion with their size, and with them already being sensitive by default, it turned into a… difficult situation. If Ashley stood still, then everything was fine; she was indoors, so there wasn’t much that could distract her. Moving, however, produced just enough drag, just enough friction between herself and the air around her, for the surface of her lips to flare up in pleasure signals, firing back into her brain with enough force to nearly knock her out with every step.

Trying to ignore it wasn’t a possibility; the best Ashley could do was try and learn to live with the notion that just swinging her head from side to side would cause her to experience something close to orgasmic bliss. Even if she just then became aware of it; hard to know whether it was a delayed effect from the transformation itself, or if her brain had just shut it off completely during her time in the laboratory for her own sake.

Whatever the case, she needed something in those things, and she needed it yesterday. A dick or anything with a similar shape, because her fingers just did not cut it anymore; hell, even her dildos weren’t enough anymore, and it was doubtful that anything other than Jeremy ever would. The best she could do was keep massaging her smoochers and hope to the hells below that would trick her brain into believing it was enough to tide her over; the closest comparison she could find in her lust-addled brain was drinking water to try and ignore hunger pains, but, much like that example, her fondling her lips was merely a temporary solution.

Something permanent was necessary, and if Jeremy wasn’t going to help her, then she was going to need to find something on her own… and definitely not in her house, that was for certain. The poor guy could only shout and try to step in front of her when Ashley attempted to pull on the doorknob on the front door, leading to her pushing him out of the way so she could use the damned thing. Not with her hands; she had no intention of actually opening the door until she was done with the knob, even if her lips were so massive that she could envelop it in its entirety, welcoming all of its cold mass, and it still didn’t reach her tongue or teeth.

That was, perhaps, the most cruel aspect of it. Of all the things that changed about her, Ashley’s tongue was just as small as it used to be. If it had gone the same way as her lips, then at least maybe she’d be capable of rolling a long, sinuous, potentially near-prehensile muscle all over her wet socksuckers; instead, all she had was… her regular tongue. Which barely reached a fraction of her lips’ total mass, forcing her to roll that doorknob around in a desperate attempt at stimulating herself before she went completely insane.

It was only a matter of time though. Even as Jeremy stood there watching her, Ashley knew that he would, at some point, relent and give her what she wanted; she could see him off the corner of one eye, she could see the expression that he was giving her: the same one he had on whenever she proposed doing something he wanted to do, but knew better than to try. It was the same expression Jeremy wore whenever he felt like he needed to be the reasonable one of the two, nevermind how ridiculous this notion was, or how unnecessary caution happened to be.

Thus, it was only a matter of time. Eventually, Jeremy would relent… though not quickly enough for Ashley’s tastes. She didn’t want to go outside, but she would if her hubby didn’t do something to satisfy her needs, and quickly at that; she even went so far as to pop the doorknob out of her mouth with a wet, almost slapping noise, before unceremoniously wrapping her fingers around it and pretending to turn it, leading to Jeremy leaping forward to try and stop the door from opening… and, quite fortuitously, placing himself within range of Ashley’s greedy hands.

It was a regular day, as far as clothing was concerned. Jeremy might’ve been waiting for any news of his wife after she reportedly went missing in action at the lab, but he was still wearing pants like it was any other day of the week; easy enough for her to pull those things off of him, leaving the poor man in his boxer shorts with his pants around his ankles, looking incredibly embarrassed all of a sudden.

But Ashley didn’t care: her prize was right there now. Right in front of her, bulging out her hubby’s underwear, promising plenty of enjoyment if she just ripped those boxer shorts off and released the beast within. She was lucky that Jeremy was as well-endowed as he was; even her toys upstairs had nothing on the man’s footlong; even more, seeing as, despite his best efforts to pretend he wasn’t aroused, Jeremy’s cock was very clearly at half-mast and ready to go to full at any moment.

The young woman would’ve licked her lips if she could; as it stood, she did her best, her tongue barely visible amidst the torrent of drool and the plump pillows she had on her. With her eyes unfocused, Ashley moved forward, hands moving of their own accord to do what they had done so many times before. Without her realising it, the rest of her body reacted to what it perceived as its first real “outing”, its first opportunity to put its new form to good use: not only did her pants grow tighter as her ass and thighs fattened out of nowhere, not only did her multiple tits swell a few cup sizes as they surged with milk… but even her lips bloated as well.

Well, “swelled” would perhaps be a better descriptor. They weren’t any lighter; quite the contrary, as Ashley came to eventually notice: as she pulled the boxer shorts down and revealed more and more of Jeremy’s shaft, so too did her smoochers thicken, growing noticeably denser, more massive and heavier, as if in preparation for what she was about to do to them. Better yet, they seemed unwilling to stop, just as long as Ashley didn’t get to the end; as soon as she actually touched Jeremy’s shaft, her lips stopped their onward advance, but all it took was her pulling her hand back for them to grumble and groan into action again.

And that… she could work with that. She wanted to work with that. She wanted to reach up, grab her lower lip with both hands, and be able to not just sink both of them into her soft flesh, but to feel as there was so much of it she could have more hands still. And, if she just managed to hold herself back for a short while, if she had some patience about it, then she absolutely could; all it would take were the last remnants of her willpower, thrown into the furnace and burned for fuel.

Not that Jeremy was in any position to do anything about it either; all of this was going on entirely within Ashley’s mind, as she knew for a fact that her hubby was no longer in a position to resist it. She was in control of the situation now, not him, and it wouldn’t be her having a pair of lips heavy enough to tilt her head that changed anything. In fact, the opposite was very much true: by having such an excessively oversized body, Ashley guaranteed she would remain on top of things, as now Jeremy would be too busy looking at her to do anything else.

At least, in her head. It could be that her husband would be able to scrounge up the willpower needed to resist her, but that was… doubtful. She knew him; above all else, she knew what buttons he had, and knew full well how little mental fortitude he had when they were pushed. All she had to do was maintain her assault, and no doubt, at some point, Jeremy would give in, give up, and stop putting up any amount of resistance to her advances; it might take her a while, but it was about as certain as the sunrise with that man.