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You know what the worst part of living next to your crush is? Living next to your crush. 

When I moved into Unit 34, I wasn’t expecting anything too crazy. A bed, a shower. Somewhere to cook. Though frankly I would have been happy so long as there weren’t roaches. The last thing I expected was to find the love of my life, the dedicated target of a thousand hours of hard stanning, Silvervale, living in the apartment next door. 

Imagine getting lost in the desert. Your water flasks are empty, your skin is burned, you’re so dehydrated you can’t even sweat anymore. Then, just as you think you’re about to crumble into dust, lo and behold: an oasis. Clear, fresh drinking water, straight ahead! Only, no matter how much you walk, you never seem to be getting any closer. 

That was about how I felt watching her curvy ass sashay down the corridor towards me that midsummer Monday. 

“Hey, Darryl!” she called, heels clacking against the floorboards. 

I pulled my key out of the door and turned to her, fighting the magnetism dragging my eyes to her breasts – fuck they looked even bigger today. “H-hey, Silver.” 

“Hard day at work?” she said, smiling knowingly. 

“Haha, y-yeah.” With a friendly smile, I twisted the knob and disappeared inside my apartment before she could say anything more. What the fuck did she mean, ‘hard day at work’? Was she making a pun? Did she know I had an erection? The spiteful little–

Before this train of thought could spiral any farther, my eyes caught something. There, lying on the coffee table (secondhand, from Craigslist!) was a box. 

I squinted at it, suspicious as all hell. We didn’t have individual letterboxes, of course – everyone’s post went to the same master box downstairs. Besides, this package was way too big for any letterbox anyway, so the only way it could be here is if someone had opened the door. Had the landlord left it? No, he was more likely to take something than leave it…

I gave the parcel a shake. It rattled – sounded like there was more than one thing inside. 

Lowering it, I frowned. A thought had occurred to me. What if this package weren’t meant for me? What if it were meant for Silver, next door? After all, she was pretty famous, right? And pretty famous people have pretty crazy fans. Crazy fans who’d do something crazy like, say, mailing someone… I dunno, a box full of bees? 

Thank God, I’m one of Silvervale’s good fans. 

In the end, I simply shrugged. Maybe it was a bomb or maybe it wasn’t – maybe, in opening it, I’d be taking a hit meant for Silver. I wondered if she’d like that. If I died saving her, she’d never forget about me, right? Salivating at the thought, I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed my penknife. The box was open before I even knew I’d started. 

It wasn’t a bomb. What it was was a magic wand, like the kind a fairy godmother would wave to send Cinderella to the ball. And a pocket watch, the kind you only wore nowadays if you were really into steampunk or something. 

Accompanying them was a sheet of paper. Instructions? ‘Aim and shake to turn target into a relief station,’ it read, with a picture of the wand. Beneath this was an image of the watch. ‘Push button to reverse time by one hour.’ 

I snorted. “What a load of crap. Reverse time my ass.” Picking up the watch, I glanced at the clock on the wall and pushed the button. “As if this would ever–” 

With a simple click, both clocks went back by one hour. 

I stood there for a second, chewing my lip and staring. I– I hadn’t actually seen that, had I? Sweating, I grabbed my phone – its clock had gone back too. And it had definitely gone back – according to them, I was still supposed to be at work. 

Hands trembling, I placed the watch back in the box and picked up the magic wand. If the watch worked, then that meant…? 

My eyes turned to the eastern wall and the apartment hidden on the other side of it. Empty at the moment, now that time had turned back, but in just under an hour from now…

I licked my lips. Oh God, I could barely contain myself.

***

Hard as fucking neutronium. That was about how I how felt watching her curvy fucking ass sashay down the corridor towards me for the second time that midsummer Monday. 

“Hey, Darryl!” she called, heels clacking against the floorboards. 

My eyes snapped to her breasts. Why not, right? “Hey, Silver~.” 

“H-hey,” she replied, taking the slightest step back. “Hard day at work?” 

“You could say. Hey, do you mind if I ask a favor?” 

Her eyes widened a little. “Er, sure. What is it you need?” 

“Just hold still for a second.” 

Before she could respond, I raised the magic wand. Took aim. Shook it. 

Till now, a part of me hadn’t believed this was real, that it wasn’t just my eyes playing tricks or something for a hidden camera show. But as I shook the magic wand and sparkles flew from its tip, pouring through the air in a shimmering stream of pink to strike Silvervale in the tits, that suspicion collapsed and folded out of existence. And my erection, already hard, became borderline painful. 

Silvervale screamed. Slamming her legs together, she bent forward, raising her arms to  touch her shoulders as she wiggled her exposed ass. Like a balloon, its surface rippled, and like a balloon it started to swell. In seconds, her cheeks had doubled in size, grown fat and thick and round. And it wasn’t the only part of her growing: her already enormous boobs spilled out of her top as they swelled and swelled, nipples big and dark as chocolate puddings. 

“D-Darryl! Darryl, what are you–Mmmmmphf! Mmmphf!” Her voice cut off as her lips plumped as well, thickening into a fat, fuckable donut of flesh. 

Her arms thinned into handles, her legs fused into a pillar, and her clothes melded with her skin as flesh and fabric sparkled and transformed into a smooth, shapely-rubber. Her ears popped into plump plastic pyramids, and with a boing, her tail thickened into a giant, upright, blue-and-pink sausage.

I took a step forward, cock throbbing so hard it was a miracle I hadn’t cum already, and Silvervale looked up at me, her eyes flashing with one last note of fear. With that, they glazed over, reduced to little more than stickers. 

The glow of the magic faded. I took a deep breath, stuffed the wand into my pocket and, looking left and right, hurried to drag Silvervale’s slutty new form into my apartment. It was hard – her new ass barely fit through the door. 

Inside, I turned her around and studied said ass and the pair of donuts tucked neatly between its cheeks. Breathing hard, I tossed my belt, dropped my pants, and, seizing the handles that had sprouted from her hips, guided my shaft into the hole of her vagina. 

Talk about finding an oasis. Silvervale’s pussy might not be wet in the normal sense, but it was lubricated, and my cock slipped straight inside. Fuck, she was tight though, so tight I almost pulled out in surprise. She was exactly as good as I’d always dreamed. 

Tightening my grip on her handles, I took a deep breath, pulled back. And thrust. And thrust. And thrust. Slamming my penis deep into her slick plastic hole. Again and again and again and again. A little harder each time, a little faster too. Picking up the pace as the pleasure surged up my shaft with ever-increasing strength, each impact hitting me like a hammer to the skull. Only, y’know, like, good. 

By a minute in, I was fighting for my life. Gritting my teeth and screwing up my eyes and sweating like I’d just run a marathon. My balls felt like the world’s tightest knot, and I wanted nothing more than to give in and untie it. Only the knowledge this was Silver kept me pumping. I need my first time with her to be p-p-perfe–

With a moan like a dying man, I came, my whole body shaking with the force of ejaculation. My semen filled Silver’s hole in an instant and blew back to spurt out the gap. I pulled out, breathing hard, and a thick rope of the stuff snapped from my shaft and oozed to the floor. 

Holy fuck, I thought, stepping back. Holy fuck, that felt good.

I turned her around, wondering which hole I should use next. Her mouth? Her anus? Her vagina again? In the end, I decided it didn’t matter. After all, I had almost an hour before I had to turn back time again – plenty of time to have as much fun with her as I wanted.

*

Half-an-hour later, I wasn’t feeling quite so happy with myself though. Sure, fucking Silvervale’s tight fucking mouth-pussy was a fun and all, but once you got past the initial excitement, it wasn’t much better than fucking a normal fleshlight, you know? At the end of the day, it wasn’t like it was her, it was just a piece of rubber that looked like her, even if it had technically sort of been her. It just wasn’t the same. 

I pondered that, as I sat there counting down the seconds till I’d have to turn back time. ‘Cos a part of me had been thinking of doing this again, you know? I mean, it would be a great way to blow some steam off, right? Grab the hot streamer from next door, turn her into a sextoy, and fuck her in each and every hole. But what was the point, if she wasn’t even going to remember? It wasn’t like we’d be in a real relationship or anything – I wouldn’t even be able to call myself her friend with benefits.  

In the end, I turned back time early. Double-checking to make sure Silver was back in her flat – and that she didn’t remember anything I’d done to her – I grabbed the magic wand and the pocket watch, stuffed them both back in their box, and taped it so tightly shut you’d need a blowtorch to open it. 

Scrawling ‘RETURN TO SENDER’ on the box, I marched downstairs and, as discretely as I could, dumped it in the apartment postbox. There. 

Maybe someone else would have more fun with its contents.