Postumus Ass - O**** (Patreon)

The car barrelled toward me, I could do nothing to stop it. I screamed and threw my hands up. I heard the impart of the car against mine, but then nothing. I woke in darkness, a great weight on me. After what felt like forever, I started to feel a dampness build up that tasted of salt. Hours later, when my dark prison was revealed to be a pair of tight jeans, did I realize that I had been transformed into my wife’s ass. I couldn’t believe that this was possible, it twisted my mind thinking about it. Watching the world that I knew so well from the perspective of my wife’s rear end was something... whimsical almost. It didn’t take me long to figure out that I died in that accident. My wife mourned my passing as she spent hours of her days crushing me and covering me in her sweat. It became apparent that she had to start working longer hours to cover my final expenses and payments on the house. This meant that she spent so much more time on her ass at work, on me. To put it simply, it hurt. But through the occasional conversations my wife had with her doctor, I found out that her own pain associated with sitting all day was lessening. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that I was absorbing it all. I would have smiled if I still had lips. I couldn’t do much for my wife anymore, but I could take away some of her pain. It took maybe a year, but she finally started to get over my passing. She even started going to the gym more often. This was a tough ordeal for me, with the bouncing and sweating, but it was worth it. My wife was happy, so I was happy. She even started dating again. At first I was kind of angry at this. After all, that was my wife of ten years. But after seeing just how well he treated her, I kind of started to root for him. Then it got serious, and they ended up in the bedroom. She always liked anal. Taking his cock was the hardest thing I had to do, but even that I accepted as what a good husband would do.