Chapter 15: Back to Basics, Then Back to the Bed
The silence that followed Jim’s monumental release wasn't quiet. It was filled with the wet, sticky sounds of fluids shifting, dripping onto the saturated rug, and their own ragged breathing. Sherry lay beneath him, utterly coated, glistening like a pearl dredged from the sea, her chest rising and falling rapidly. A low, utterly sated chuckle rumbled from Jim's chest as he finally stilled, the last pulses fading. He looked down at the masterpiece of his making – his wife transformed into a living canvas of his release.
"Christ, Sherry," he breathed, his voice still thick, marveling at the sheer volume plastered across her skin, her hair, the bed, the room. "That was…"
"Insane?" she finished for him, her voice muffled slightly as she carefully peeled a strand of sticky auburn hair from her cheek. She blinked, opening her bright green eyes, which sparkled with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration amidst the glistening mess. "Insane doesn't cover it, Master." She licked her lips again, a slow, deliberate movement. "Tastes insane too." A wide, utterly filthy grin spread across her face.
The absurdity of the situation, the sheer overwhelming mess, hit them both simultaneously. Sherry burst out laughing, a full-throated, joyful sound that shook her cum-slicked body. Jim joined her, the tension and intensity of the encounter dissolving into shared, breathless amusement amidst the carnage. He carefully levered himself off her, his immense size suddenly feeling cumbersome in the aftermath. He spotted the sleek smartphone lying half-under the bed skirt on the damp rug. Reaching down, his massive fingers fumbled slightly before grasping it.
"Okay," he said, still chuckling, his voice resonant. "Clean-up on aisle 'our entire bedroom'." He found the reset function Sherry had shown him days ago – a complex swipe pattern that returned the body to its baseline parameters. He tapped it decisively.
The sensation was profoundly disorienting. A deep thrum vibrated through his bones, not painful, but intensely weird. He felt it as a rapid deflation, a pouring back inwards. The towering ceiling rushed downwards; the king-sized bed suddenly felt vast again. Beside him, Sherry gasped, shrinking rapidly back to her familiar petite form, the gallons of cum that had coated her seeming to vanish into the ether – a strange side-effect of the app’s biological redaction. Only the evidence outside their bodies remained: the soaked silk sheets plastered to the mattress, the dark, spreading stains on the cream-colored rug, the streaks decorating the nightstand and headboard. The room smelled overwhelmingly of sex and salt.
Sherry sat up, stretching her slender arms over her head with a groan, her normal-sized breasts lifting. She looked down at herself, then at the catastrophic mess surrounding them. "Holy hell," she giggled, shaking her head. Her bright green eyes danced with mischief as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her bare feet landed with a soft squelch in the saturated rug. "Ugh. Okay, operation de-jizzing commences." She padded towards the en-suite bathroom, her hips swaying with a natural rhythm now, returning moments later clutching a yellow sponge mop and a large bucket she’d filled with soapy water.
Jim watched her, his own body humming with pleasant exhaustion and the familiar, comfortable thrum of his normal size. He sat on the edge of the less-sodden part of the bed, appreciating the view as she wrung out the mop with more enthusiasm than efficiency. Her petite frame struggled with the heavy, soaked implement. She attacked the rug first, pushing the mop head in wide, ungainly arcs, her brow furrowed in concentration, droplets of soapy water flying. Her tiny cotton shorts and thin camisole clung slightly with the effort. "Fucking gallons, Jim," she muttered, half-amused, half-exasperated. "Couldn't have dialed it back just a notch on the output? This rug is ruined."
"Where's the fun in that?" Jim grinned, enjoying her playful frustration. "Besides, you seemed pretty into the… volume."
She shot him a look over her shoulder, that familiar glint flaring brighter. "Oh, I was. Doesn't make cleaning it any less of a pain in my ass." She paused, mop handle planted in the center of the dark stain, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her face. It was the look that always preceded an app experiment. Her gaze dropped meaningfully to her own backside, then flicked to the phone Jim had left on the nightstand. Her normal shorts hugged her cute, compact ass perfectly well… but clearly, she was envisioning more.
"Forget this mess for a sec," she declared, letting the mop fall with a wet thud into the bucket. She strode back to the bed, her movements suddenly charged with renewed energy. She snatched the phone off the nightstand, her thumbs flying across the screen with practiced speed. That intense, mischievous focus settled over her features.
"Sherry…?" Jim asked, a grin tugging at his lips, knowing exactly where this was headed. The cleaning break was officially over.
"Let’s make this quick," she said, not looking up, her voice low and smoky. "I have a better idea for how to spend our morning." Her thumb made one final, decisive swipe.
Jim felt nothing. The change was entirely hers. It started subtly, a deepening of the curve where her lower back met her hips. Then it bloomed. Sherry gasped softly as her ass inflated, the fabric of her tiny shorts straining audibly before surrendering. The transformation was swift and dramatic. Where there had been a cute, compact rear, there was now a spectacular, gravity-defying peach. Round, plump, impossibly firm-looking globes swelled beneath the thin cotton, stretching the material to its absolute limit. The shorts now looked painted on, riding up slightly to reveal the very lower curves of those magnificent new cheeks. She arched her back slightly, testing the weight, feeling the new, luscious fullness.
"Fuck," Jim breathed, staring. It was cartoonish in its perfection, yet undeniably, viscerally real. The shape was flawless – high, round, jutting out with an almost insolent confidence. It begged to be touched, gripped, worshipped.
Sherry tossed the phone back onto the nightstand. It landed with a soft click. She turned slowly, giving him a full view of her enhanced profile, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. Then, without a word, she turned her back to him fully. Her hands went to the waistband of her shorts. She hooked her thumbs in them and slowly, deliberately, peeled the damp cotton down over the incredible swell of her new ass. The fabric caught on the widest point, then slid down her thighs, pooling around her ankles, revealing the smooth, flawless skin of her perfectly sculpted cheeks. She wasn't wearing panties. Her new pussy, back to its normal, gorgeous state but looking incredibly vulnerable and inviting framed by those monumental curves, glistened faintly.
She stepped out of the shorts. Then, with a fluid motion, she reached back and pulled the thin camisole up and over her head, tossing it aside. Now completely naked, her petite frame dominated by that astonishing new ass, she bent forward at the waist, placing her palms flat on the rumpled, still-damp silk sheets. She pushed her hips back, presenting herself. The movement made the twin orbs of her ass jiggle slightly, a mesmerizing display of resilient, bouncy flesh. She looked back over her shoulder, her bright green eyes dark with invitation, a hungry, reckless glint in them. The wicked grin was back, wider than before.
"Take me from behind, baby," she purred, her voice dripping with raw need. Her hand snaked back, fingers spreading the plump lower curve of one cheek, offering him an unobstructed view of her glistening pink folds. "I want to feel you stretch me open with that perfect cock of yours." She wiggled her hips, emphasizing the invitation, the sheer, outrageous perfection of her altered form on full, breathtaking display. "Fuck me hard. Make me feel every inch."
Jim was already moving, his own cock, impressive in its normal, human state but perfectly proportioned for this new challenge, stiff and eager. He approached the bed, his gaze locked on the hypnotic sway of her incredible ass as she shifted her weight. He placed one hand on the warm, impossibly smooth curve of her left cheek. The flesh was firm, resilient, yet yielding perfectly under his touch. Hot. He traced the deep crease where her thigh met her buttock, his finger grazing the outer edge of her glistening slit. Sherry moaned softly, pushing back against his touch.
"Like what your wife made?" she breathed, looking back, her green eyes blazing.
"It’s fucking obscene," Jim growled, the compliment wrapped in a growl of pure lust. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock finding her wet heat effortlessly, nudging against her opening. He rubbed the slick crown up and down her slit, coating himself in her arousal, the sensation amplified by the visual feast before him – the vast, perfect expanse of her ass, the vulnerable pink petals nestled between.
"Then ruin it," Sherry demanded, her voice trembling with anticipation. She pushed back harder, trying to impale herself. "Fucking wreck this ass. Stretch my pussy wide open, Jim. I need it now."
Jim needed no further urging. Gripping her magnificent hips, his fingers sinking into the plump flesh, he pulled her back onto him at the same moment he thrust forward. His cock slid home in one smooth, deep stroke, her tight channel stretching deliciously to accommodate him. Not the impossible girth of before, but a deep, satisfying, familiar stretch that hit the spot perfectly. The feeling of being buried deep inside her, combined with the incredible sensation of her new, perfect ass pressing back against his groin and lower belly, was overwhelming.
"Oh god, yes!" Sherry cried out, the sound half-muffled by the sheets. "Fuck, that's it! So deep!" Her internal walls clenched around him in immediate welcome.
Jim set a punishing pace right from the start. No slow build. He pulled almost all the way out, savoring the drag, the sight of her glistening lips clinging to him, then slammed back in, hard and deep. The impact made her entire magnificent backside ripple, the flesh undulating in a wave. Slap. His hips met the firm curve of her cheeks with a solid, satisfying smack. He did it again. Slap. And again. Slap, slap, slap.
The wet sounds of their joining filled the room again, replacing the earlier silence – the slick slide of his cock, the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh, Sherry's gasps and moans punctuating each driving thrust. She pushed back against him fiercely, meeting his drives, her fingers clawing at the silk sheets. "Harder!" she gasped, her voice strained. "Fucking use me, Jim! Pound this perfect pussy! Make it yours!"
He obliged, increasing the force and speed. He was mesmerized by the view: the way her incredible ass bounced and jiggled with each powerful thrust, the flex and release of the smooth muscles beneath the taut skin, the deep crease where her cheeks met her thighs. He moved one hand from her hip, sliding it over the incredible curve, feeling the heat, the resilience, the sheer perfection of the app’s creation. His thumb found the base of her spine, pressing down as he drilled into her, angling himself to hit even deeper.
"Ungh! Right there!" Sherry shrieked, arching her back sharply. "Fuck! Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop!" Her inner muscles clamped down on him like a vise, starting to ripple and pulse. "Gonna come! Jim, make me come on your cock! Fuck me!"
Her orgasm hit like a freight train. She screamed into the sheets, her body locking up, her incredible ass clenching hard as her pussy spasmed wildly around his driving length. Jim grunted, the intense rhythmic squeezing pushing him right to the edge. He pistoned into her through her climax, drawing every last shudder, every gasp from her. He felt his own release coiling, unstoppable.
He gripped her magnificent hips like handles, anchoring himself as he buried himself to the hilt one final time. "Sherry!" His roar was guttural. He pulsed within her, jet after hot jet flooding her depths, the sensation of filling her coupled with the visual of his cock buried to the root in her perfect, presented form sending shockwaves through him.
They stayed locked together, trembling, gasping. Jim slowly pulled out, his cock slick and glistening. Sherry collapsed forward onto the damp sheets with a long, satisfied groan, her incredible ass still raised, glistening slightly with sweat, utterly magnificent. Jim ran a hand over the flawless curve, feeling the heat radiate, the faint tremor still running through her muscles. He dropped to his knees behind her, unable to resist. He leaned forward, pressing his face between those perfect cheeks, inhaling the musky, intimate scent of them mixed with her sweat, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin, the lingering traces of their joining. Sherry moaned softly, pushing back against his face. The app’s phone glowed innocently on the nightstand, reflecting in her half-lidded, sated eyes. The mop lay forgotten in its bucket. The mess was still there. Tomorrow’s problem. Tonight had barely begun.
The forgotten mop stood sentinel in its soapy bucket. The ruined rug lay dark and sodden beneath the bed. The app’s phone screen dimmed on the nightstand, reflecting the tangled sheets and Sherry’s sweat-slicked back. Jim’s tongue traced the deep cleft where her newly sculpted, impossibly round ass met her lower back. He inhaled the potent musk of exertion and sex, licking a salty bead of sweat from her skin. Sherry sighed, a deep, satisfied sound that vibrated through her body and into his mouth. "Mmm, someone’s eager for round two already?" she murmured, pushing her hips back languidly against his face, her magnificent peach jiggling slightly.
Jim pulled back, his own cock already stirring again with alarming speed despite the recent intensity. He grabbed a handful of each ass cheek, the flesh yielding perfectly under his grip yet radiating firm resilience. "Can you blame me?" he growled, giving her right cheek a sharp, appreciative smack that echoed in the quiet room. The sound made her jump, then arch her spine, presenting herself even more obscenely. "This thing is fucking hypnotic, Sherry. Like staring at the sun, but less painful and way more fuckable." He squeezed again, watching the indentations his fingers made slowly fade from the flawless skin.
"Stop admiring and start utilizing, genius," she commanded, her voice husky, tossing her auburn hair over her shoulder. She braced her hands on the mattress and began to rise, her movements fluid despite the lingering tremors from her climax. The view as she lifted was staggering – the incredible swell of her ass, the slight dip of her waist, the powerful shift of muscle beneath impossibly smooth skin. She turned, facing him as she stood beside the bed, her bright green eyes locked on his thickening erection. That hungry, reckless glint was back, sharper than ever. "Lie back," she ordered, pointing a finger at the damp patch on the sheets where he’d recently emptied himself inside her. "Right there. Now."
Jim obeyed instantly, shuffling backwards on the bed until his head rested against the headboard, his legs stretched out. His cock stood straight up, hard and flushed, glistening faintly with the remnants of their earlier joining. Sherry climbed onto the bed with predatory grace, kneeling beside him for a moment. Her gaze traveled down his body, lingering on his erection, a slow smile spreading across her face. She ran a fingertip lightly up the underside of his shaft, from root to tip, a feather-light touch that made him gasp. "This," she breathed, her fingertip circling the swollen head, gathering a bead of pre-cum, "and this," she smacked her own spectacular ass hard, the sharp crack making Jim jump, the flesh wobbling enticingly, "are going to get very well acquainted."
Without another word, she pivoted. Jim’s breath hitched as she positioned herself over him, her back to his face, the colossal, perfect curve of her ass hovering directly above his groin. It was an overwhelming sight, blocking his view of everything else, a landscape of smooth, warm flesh. She reached back with one hand, fingers spreading the plump lower swell of her left cheek, offering him a glimpse of her glistening, pink pussy lips, still stretched and swollen from his recent pounding. Her other hand found his cock, guiding the thick head firmly against her slick opening. He felt the hot, yielding pressure. She didn’t sink down immediately. Instead, she rubbed the broad crown up and down her slit, coating him thoroughly in her wetness, slow, deliberate strokes that made him groan and her breath catch. "Feel that?" she whispered, her voice thick. "Soaked for you. Still stretching from you. Ready for more."
"Sherry… fuck… just take it," Jim pleaded, his hips lifting involuntarily, trying to spear upwards into that tight heat. He gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into the incredible softness of her ass.
She chuckled, a low, dirty sound. "Patience, tiger. Savor the view." She flexed, making her ass cheeks clench and ripple right in front of his face. Then, with agonizing slowness, she began to lower herself. Jim watched, transfixed, as his cock disappeared inch by magnificent inch between the plump globes of her ass, swallowed by the wet vise of her pussy. The tightness was incredible, a snug, velvet heat gripping him tightly. She paused when he was halfway sheathed, grinding her hips in a slow circle. The friction was exquisite, the visual of his shaft buried between her perfect cheeks utterly debauched. "Fuck, you feel huge like this," she moaned, pushing her ass back against his groin. "Stretching me so good."
Finally, she sank all the way down, taking him to the root. Her magnificent ass settled firmly against his pelvis, a warm, heavy, perfect weight. Jim groaned, a long, ragged sound of pure bliss. She was utterly impaled, his cock buried deep within her, her incredible ass the only thing filling his vision. She began to move. Not the frantic pounding from before, but a slow, deliberate rise and fall. She lifted herself almost off him, letting him feel every ridge, every desperate clench of her inner walls as she withdrew, before sinking back down, taking him deep with a wet, slick sound. Her ass bounced with each descent, a mesmerizing, jiggling rhythm that made Jim’s hands instinctively clamp down on her waist.
"Look at it," Sherry commanded, her voice tight with effort and arousal. She glanced back over her shoulder, her green eyes burning into his. "Look at that cock stretching my pussy open. Look at this fat ass bouncing on it. See what I made for you?" She dropped one hand from her hip and reached back, fingers spreading her ass cheek wider, giving him a scandalous view of where his shaft pistoned in and out of her glistening, stretched pink flesh, buried deep between the incredible mounds. "Fucking obscene, isn't it?" She slammed down hard, making her entire ass ripple, a wave of flesh rolling outwards from the impact point.
"It's perfect," Jim choked out, transfixed by the lewd sight. He moved his hands from her waist, sliding them up the incredible slopes of her ass. He squeezed, kneading the resilient flesh, feeling the heat, the power in her movements. He traced the deep crease where her thigh met her buttock, his thumb brushing against her stretched outer lips with each downstroke. "Fucking ride me, Sherry. Make that perfect ass work."
She needed no further encouragement. The slow grind vanished, replaced by a fierce, driving rhythm. She slammed herself down onto him, rising high and dropping fast, using the powerful muscles in her thighs and ass to piston herself on his cock. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of her cheeks impacting his pelvis filled the room – a wet, meaty clap that underscored the slick sounds of penetration. Her ass jiggled violently with each downward thrust, a hypnotic display of bouncing, wobbling flesh. Jim grunted with each impact, the force driving the air from his lungs, the tight friction of her cunt milking him relentlessly. He gripped her hips hard, fingers digging in, trying to meet her upward drives, but she was in complete control, setting a brutal, breathtaking pace.
"Fuck yes! Just like that!" Sherry cried out, her voice rising with each powerful descent. She leaned forward slightly, bracing her hands on his shins, changing the angle. Jim felt the head of his cock grinding against a new, incredibly sensitive spot deep inside her. She gasped, her rhythm faltering for a second. "Oh fuck! Right there! Fuck me! Harder! Make me scream, Jim!" Her inner muscles suddenly clamped down like a vice, triggering a deep, guttural groan from him. She began fucking him with renewed, desperate fury, slamming down with all her weight, her magnificent ass cheeks flattening slightly against his pelvis with each impact before bouncing back. Smack. Smack. SMACK.
The bedframe started to protest, creaking rhythmically. Sweat slicked her back, making her skin gleam in the dim light. Her hair whipped against her shoulders. Jim could only hold on, lost in the sensory overload – the pounding rhythm, the wet heat strangling his cock, the overwhelming sight of that perfect, bouncing ass dominating his world, the sharp, intoxicating scent of her arousal mixed with sweat. He felt his climax coiling, unstoppable, built by the relentless visual and physical assault. "Sherry... I'm close... so fucking close," he gasped, his voice strained.
"Inside!" she shrieked, throwing her head back, her body bowing. Her descent became frantic, almost violent. "Fill me! Pump your fucking cum deep! Mark me!" Her own tension was palpable, her muscles coiled like springs. She slammed down one final time, burying him impossibly deep, and held herself there, grinding fiercely. "NOW, JIM!"
Her command snapped the last thread of his control. With a roar ripped from his chest, Jim exploded. Hot jets pulsed violently from his cock, flooding her clutching depths. Sherry screamed, a raw, ragged sound, as her own orgasm detonated. Her body locked, her incredible ass clenched rock-hard against him, her pussy convulsing wildly around his pulsing shaft, milking every drop. She ground down relentlessly as he emptied himself, her body shuddering violently. The intensity of her clenching ripples prolonged his own release, wringing out spurt after hot spurt. He gripped her ass like a lifeline, fingers sinking deep into the trembling flesh, holding her impaled as the seismic waves crashed through them both. She collapsed forward onto his legs, gasping, her spectacular ass still twitching, his softening cock still buried deep within her warmth, the phone’s soft glow reflecting in her dazed, half-closed eyes.