Don't Stare (Patreon)

Natalie eyed me from her treadmill. I gave her a little wink as my eyes darted between her eyes and her chest. Natalie was well-endowed and her tits bounced beautifully while using the treadmill, so who could blame me for staring. With a sigh, she shut down her treadmill and marched directly over to me, staring me down in the process. I perked up and readied my best line for when she approached. But I never got the chance to shoot my shot. “Kaleb, right? You like my tits, huh? Well maybe you wouldn’t mind holding them for me?” she said and darted her hand out, grabbing me by the bare arm before I could react. Suddenly, I felt my body starting to dissolve away. My arm turned into a green mist that floated toward her. Soon my vision was stolen away, leaving me with just the feeling of floating through the air. Then I came in contact with something that felt like cloth, though it was damp to the touch, I could only assume that it was Natalie’s sports bra. I could only describe what happened next as me ‘soaking into’ the material, my consciousness slowly infusing with it. When I was fully settled, I could feel her body INSIDE me. Despite the jarring change, I couldn’t help but revel at the feeling of her tits pressed into me, like I was holding them with my entire body. “Hey, what did you do to me? Why can’t I see, and what is that smell... what is that taste?” I asked aloud, my mind panicking at the thought of being nothing more than an object for her. “You’re my sports bra now. So your job now is to hold my tits and soak up all my sweat,” she responded. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot more treadmill to do.” I felt her tits move inside me as she walked. The amazing feeling of holding her chest started to spoil as she moved, her body stretching me uncomfortably. Soon, I heard the treadmill beep and she started to run, her tits bouncing heavily, each step causing pain to shoot through me. I screamed aloud, every step feeling like I was going to rip under the weight. “If you ever hope to be human again, you’ll shut the hell up. Granted, I may not ever make you human again, but if you keep complaining, it will make my choice that much easier,” she hissed at me. I whimpered and tried to keep quiet as the pain ripped through my whole body, the smell and taste of her sweat getting worse by the second. She couldn’t keep me like this, can she?