Chapter 2: The Bubble Butt Transformation
The rancid smell of stale cum and sweat hung thick in Ben’s bedroom air, clinging to the patchwork quilt tangled around our legs. My head – Bambi’s head – lolled against Ben’s shoulder, the colossal weight of those obscene silicone tits pinning me awkwardly against him. Inside, Mark was still reeling, a raw nerve scraped bare by the forced ecstasy that had ripped through this stolen body moments ago. The ring’s heat was a fading echo on Ben’s finger, pressed against my hip.
He shifted, his hand drifting from its possessive grip on one massive breast down towards my ass. His fingers traced the curve of the cheap micro-skirt’s hem, already riding high. I felt Bambi stir, a low purr vibrating in her throat, a pre-programmed response to touch. No. Just stop. Get off me. Sleep. Anything.
"Y'know, Bambi," Ben murmured, his voice thick with post-coital satisfaction laced with something new – a calculating edge. His fingertips dug into the flesh just above the skirt. "These tits… they’re fucking incredible. Perfect." He squeezed the swollen mound of ass cheek he was gripping. "But… kinda unbalanced now, don’tcha think?"
Unbalanced? What the fuck are you talking about? Mark’s silent scream was frantic. Look at me! LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE MADE!
Bambi giggled, nuzzling his neck. "Like, unbalanced? How so, Benny? Everything feels sooo good!" She wiggled her hips slightly, grinding her still-slick cunt against his thigh.
Ben chuckled, a dark, possessive sound. He lifted his hand, the ring finger catching the dim light from the bedside lamp. The brass band seemed to drink the light for a moment. "Good ain't perfect, baby. Perfect is… symmetry. Power. An ass that matches these world-class fuck-pillows." His gaze locked onto the ring, then flicked back down to my ass. "Let’s fix that."
The command wasn't spoken aloud. It pulsed through the ring, a silent, searing directive that bypassed Bambi’s empty mind and slammed directly into Mark’s consciousness like a physical blow. Expand. Swell. Obey.
It started as a deep, internal pressure, different from the chest expansion. Lower. Centered in the hips, the buttocks. A gathering tautness, like muscles and fat cells being forcibly inflated. Bambi gasped, a sound of surprise quickly morphing into programmed delight. "Oooh! Benny! Something's happening! Down there!"
He watched, eyes gleaming with ghoulish fascination, his cock twitching against my thigh where it lay flaccid but stirring. "Yeah, Bambi. That’s it. Grow for me. Show me that fat, fuckable ass."
The pressure built rapidly, becoming insistent, undeniable. I felt the cheap fabric of the micro-skirt bite into the burgeoning flesh. Seams groaned. Tiny popping sounds, like threads snapping one by one, punctuated Bambi’s breathy moans. "It’s… it’s getting bigger! Ohmygod, Benny! It feels… weird! But good! So good!" Her hands scrabbled behind her, fingers sinking into the rapidly expanding globes of her own ass. The skirt was impossibly tight now, stretched thin as plastic wrap over the swelling flesh. The waistband dug cruelly into my hips.
Stop it! You sick fuck! Stop! Mark raged, trapped, forced to feel the bizarre, violating sensation of his own body reconstituting itself into a grotesque parody.
With a final, sickening rip, the skirt surrendered. The flimsy material tore apart at the seams, splitting cleanly down the back and sides, falling away in tattered strips. Bambi’s ass was now fully exposed, ballooning outward with terrifying speed. It wasn't just larger; it was becoming ludicrously round, artificially high and taut, like twin beach balls shoved under her skin. The cheeks swelled obscenely, pulling apart slightly, revealing more of the cleft between them. The skin stretched tight, gleaming in the lamplight.
"Fuck yes!" Ben hissed, grabbing a massive handful of each ass cheek. His fingers sank deep into the yielding, unnatural flesh. He kneaded it roughly, pulling the cheeks apart, marveling at the sheer volume. "Look at this! Fucking perfect! A real bimbo ass! Built for fucking!"
Bambi squealed, bucking her hips into his grip. "Benny! You made it huge! It’s amazing! Touch me! Please!" Her programmed arousal was spiking again, an itchy heat coiling between her legs, utterly divorced from Mark’s horror. The weight of her new ass was immense, anchoring her pelvis, tilting her forward slightly, making the absurd breasts sway heavily.
Ben grinned, a predator surveying his prey. He shoved me off him roughly. "Stand up. Let me see all of it."
Bambi scrambled to her feet, the movement awkward and top-heavy now, the colossal ass and tits creating a bizarre, unbalanced silhouette. She struck a pose, hands on her hips, thrusting her new ass back towards him, jiggling it provocatively. "Like it, big guy? All for you!"
Ben’s eyes roamed over her naked, transformed body – the monstrous tits, the cartoonishly inflated ass. His gaze lingered on her face. "Almost perfect," he murmured, a dark amusement in his voice. He stood up, his cock now semi-hard, swinging heavily. He cupped Bambi’s chin in his hand, tilting her face up. "But these lips… cute, but kinda ordinary."
No. Please. Not my face. Not that.
His thumb brushed Bambi’s lower lip. "Need something… fuller. Juicier. Lips made for sucking cock. For wrapping around this." He nudged her jaw with his thickening erection. "Think you can handle that, Bambi? Big, slutty lips?"
Bambi’s eyes widened with vapid excitement. "Big lips? For sucking Benny’s big cock? Like, fuck yeah! Make ’em huge! Make ’em the best cock-sucking lips ever!" She parted her lips eagerly, her tongue darting out.
The ring pulsed again. A different sensation, sharp and invasive this time. Focused entirely on her mouth. A tingling, then a burning stretch. Bambi made a garbled, surprised sound. Her lips were swelling, thickening rapidly, pushing outward. It felt like bees stinging from the inside. Her natural lip line vanished as the flesh ballooned, becoming unnaturally plump, the upper lip swelling to meet the distended lower one. They protruded obscenely, glistening and wet, forming massive, exaggerated DSLs. The sheer size distorted her smile, making her look perpetually pouty and vacant. It pulled at the skin around her mouth, heavy and awkward. Breathing felt slightly constricted.
"Oooh! Mmmphh!" Bambi tried to speak, but the massive lips muffled her words, turning them into a wet, bubbly sound. She touched them with trembling fingers, eyes wide. They felt alien, rubbery.
"Fucking perfect," Ben breathed, transfixed. He grabbed the back of her neck. "Now open wide, cock sucker. Time to break in those new lips properly."
The compulsion hit instantly. Bambi’s mouth opened obediently, wide as a baby bird’s, the massive, glistening lips forming a perfect, wet ‘O’. Ben guided his cock, now fully hard and leaking, towards it. The swollen, rubbery flesh enveloped the head with obscene ease, creating an immediate, intense suction just from the sheer pressure of the inflated lips.
"Guh! Fuck!" Ben groaned, his hips jerking forward instinctively. Bambi gagged slightly as the thick shaft pushed deeper, but the ring overrode it, forcing her throat to relax, to accept him. Her new lips stretched impossibly wide around his girth, forming a tight, wet seal. She began to bob her head, the motion clumsy at first, then settling into a rhythm driven purely by programming.
Mark was suffocating. The smell of Ben’s cock filled his senses. The massive lips stretched painfully around the invading shaft, the thick flesh mashed against Ben’s pelvis. The wet, slurping sounds were deafening in the small room. Bambi moaned around the cock, the sound vibrating through him. Tears leaked from her eyes, smudging the ruined mascara.
Ben watched, mesmerized, gripping her hair tight, fucking her face with increasing roughness. "Yeah, take it, you dumb fuck-toy! Suck it! Those lips… made for this! Just a hole for my cock!" He thrust deeper, making her choke, but Bambi just sucked harder, driven by the relentless command. Her hands fluttered uselessly at her sides, then instinctively grabbed his hips. The heavy breasts swayed violently with each bob of her head.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving her gasping, saliva and pre-cum slicking her massive, swollen lips, stringing between her mouth and his cock tip. "Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice rough. "On your knees. Ass up. I wanna see that fat bimbo ass when I fuck you."
Bambi scrambled onto the bed, the movements graceless under the unnatural weight distribution. She presented herself, knees wide, her new colossal ass jutting high into the air, the cleft exposed. Ben spit onto his hand, slicked his cock briefly, then positioned himself behind her. He grabbed two massive handfuls of her ass, spreading her cheeks wide, exposing her hole.
"Look at that," he growled. "Fucking begging for it." He spat again, roughly onto her exposed pussy. "All yours, Benny!" Bambi chirped, muffled by the pillows, rocking her hips back eagerly. "Fuck your Bambi!"
He didn't enter her pussy. With a grunt, he shoved the head of his cock against her tight, unprepared asshole. Bambi shrieked, a mix of surprise and programmed encouragement. "Oh! OH! BENNY! THERE! YES!"
NO! NOT THERE! PLEASE! Mark’s internal scream was pure, undiluted terror.
Ben shoved brutally. Pain, white-hot and tearing, exploded through me. Bambi screamed into the quilt, high-pitched and ecstatic-sounding. Her body convulsed, but the ring forced it to relax, to yield. He pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, stretching the resisting ring of muscle obscenpurposefully wide. The burn was excruciating. "Fuck! So tight! Take it, you anal whore! Take my cock up your bimbo ass!" Ben gritted out, slamming his hips forward to bury himself completely.
Bambi wailed, a sound of forced pleasure that masked the agony Mark felt. "Yesss! Benny! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! It’s yours! All yours!" Her words were clumsy, slurred by the massive lips and the pillow. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her huge ass jiggling violently with every brutal impact.
Ben gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft, expanded flesh, and began to piston into her ass with hard, punishing strokes. The slap of his balls against her pussy lips, the wet, obscene sounds of penetration, Bambi’s choked, muffled cries – it was a symphony of degradation. The pain warred with a horrifying, artificial stimulation the ring-was forcing through Bambi's hijacked nervous system. Mark felt every inch of the violation, the tearing burn, the pressure, the unwanted, rising tide of perverse sensation threatening to drown his sanity.
Ben grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic, frantic. "Gonna fill that slut ass! Take it, Bambi! Take my fucking cum up your ass!" He slammed deep, holding himself there with a guttural roar, pumping his release deep into her violated bowels.
Bambi convulsed beneath him, her body twitching with another forced, agonizing orgasm that ripped through her, mingling with the pain. "AAAAHHHH! BENNNYYYY! FUCK! YEEESSS!" she screamed into the quilt, her massive lips smearing drool on the fabric.
He collapsed onto her back, panting, his softening cock still buried inside her. The stink of sweat, sex, and violation filled the room. Bambi lay crushed beneath him, trembling, making soft, whimpering moans of artificial satisfaction. Inside, Mark floated in a numb haze of agony, humiliation, and utter despair. The ring on Ben’s limp hand, resting on the small of Bambi’s back, glowed with a faint, satisfied crimson pulse. Ben chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Good girl," he murmured, shifting his weight. "My perfect fuck doll." His hand brushed against her massive, swollen lips. "Tomorrow… maybe we make something else bigger." The ember in the ring flickered, greedy and watchful. Mark tasted bile, trapped behind Bambi's vacant, pouting smile.
Dawn bled grey through Ben’s filthy window, painting dust motes dancing over the wreckage of the room and the wreckage of me. My body – Bambi’s body – ached with a bone-deep exhaustion that sleep wouldn’t touch. Every movement sent shivers of remembered agony flaring from my savaged ass, the colossal weight of my tits and ass anchoring me to the damp patch on Ben’s quilt. Inside, Mark screamed into a void of pure, impotent rage. The ring’s faint, satisfied glow on Ben’s snoring hand felt like a branding iron against my hip.
Ben stirred. His hand slid possessively over the mountainous swell of my ass, fingers digging into the obscenely rounded flesh. A low groan rumbled in his chest, pleasure warring with the sour tang of morning breath. "Fuck," he muttered, voice thick. "Forgot how good that fat bimbo ass felt." He squeezed hard, making the flesh ripple unnaturally. The touch sent a jolt through Bambi’s hijacked nerves, a phantom echo of pleasure that curdled Mark’s stomach.
"Morning, Benny!" Bambi chirped, the words thick and clumsy, bubbling past the massive, swollen lips that still felt foreign and heavy. She wiggled obediently against his palm, a programmed response to his touch. "Sleep good on Bambi?" Her vacant eyes blinked slowly. Shut up! Stop it! Don’t encourage him!
He chuckled, a dark, raspy sound, and rolled towards me. His morning erection pressed hot and insistent against my thigh. "Slept great, baby. Dreamt about this ass." His hand slid lower, tracing the cleft, fingers probing roughly where he’d violated me last night. Mark flinched internally, phantom pain arcing through his stolen nerves. "Still feels tight. Good." Ben’s gaze lifted, drifting over the landscape of my transformed body – the shelf-like tits, the ballooned ass – finally settling on my face. Specifically, my mouth. "Those lips, though…" He traced a thick fingertip along the distended lower lip. "Need to see ’em work."
The ring pulsed, a sudden flare of heat against my skin. Command. Bambi’s mouth opened instantly, a wet, slack ‘O’ formed by the massive, glistening lips. She leaned forward eagerly, her breath puffing against his cock already thickening against his stomach. "Make Bambi suck, Benny?" she mumbled, saliva pooling behind the rubbery flesh. No! Don’t make me! Not again!
"Damn right," Ben grunted. He grabbed a fistful of bleached blonde hair, not guiding, just anchoring. "Open wider, cock sleeve. Show me what you’re made for." He thrust upwards. The head of his cock slammed past Bambi’s inflated lips, stretching them obscenely wide around his girth. The sheer pressure created an immediate, vacuum-tight seal. Bambi gagged, a wet, choked sound, but the ring clamped down instantly, forcing her throat muscles lax. Her head bobbed automatically, a crude, piston-like rhythm driven by magic.
The invasion was suffocating. The heavy lips stretched taut, mashed against his pubic bone. The taste – stale skin, sleep, salt – flooded Mark’s senses. The thick shaft scraped the roof of Bambi’s mouth, bumping the back of her throat with every rough thrust Ben dictated. Bambi moaned, a low, vibrating drone around his cock that Ben mistook for enthusiasm. "Yeah," he groaned, eyes half-closed, hips bucking off the mattress to fuck deeper into her mouth. "Fucking perfect. Made for this. Just a warm hole now." He grabbed her head with both hands, holding her still, and drove his cock brutally into her throat. Bambi convulsed, eyes watering, but the ring held her in place, forcing her to swallow around him, saliva slicking his shaft, the wet, guttural noises filling the room.
He pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping, lips bruised and slick. "Up," he commanded, slapping her swollen ass cheek. "On your hands and knees. Face down." Bambi scrambled clumsily, the massive tits swinging heavily, brushing the stained sheets. She obeyed, presenting her ballooned ass high in the air, the cleft still reddened from last night. Ben spat onto his hand, slicking his cock with a few rough strokes. He didn’t hesitate. He lined up and slammed into my pussy this time.
The sudden, brutal penetration punched the breath from Bambi’s lungs. A shocked "Oooh!" escaped her, quickly morphing into a breathy, "Yessss Benny! Fuck Bambi's pussy!" Inside, Mark recoiled. The raw friction felt like sandpaper, the stretch painful despite the artificial wetness the ring forced. Ben gripped the vast shelves of my ass, fingers sinking deep, using them as leverage as he hammered into my cunt with short, punishing thrusts. The slap of his flesh against mine was obscenely loud. Bambi pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, her moans rising in pitch. "Harder! Fuck this bimbo cunt! Wreck it, Benny!"
He grunted, sweat beading on his forehead, his thrusts becoming erratic, seeking his own release. "Gonna flood that worthless twat," he panted. "Fill you up, fuck-doll." He drove deep, holding himself there, a guttural cry tearing from his throat as he pumped his cum into the depths he’d violated. Bambi shrieked, her body spasming around him with another agonizingly forced orgasm, the sensations a nauseating blend of violation and electric current the ring sent through her stolen nerves.
He collapsed onto her back, panting, his weight crushing, his softening cock still buried inside. The smell of spent lust and sweat was overpowering. Bambi lay pinned, trembling, making soft, satisfied cooing sounds. Ben shifted, pulling out. He grabbed Bambi’s hair, yanking her head back roughly. His eyes, still clouded with lust, fixed on her massive, heaving breasts. The nipples, large and dark, stood erect. "Those tits," he murmured, a slow, dangerous smile spreading. "Perfect for feeding… something." The ring pulsed crimson against his knuckle, a promise. A threat. Mark braced for the next tearing violation as Bambi purred against the sheets.
Ben’s fingers traced the outer curve of my already massive breast, the touch sending unwanted shivers through Bambi’s stolen nerves. "Feeding something," he repeated, that predatory smile widening as the ring pulsed crimson against his knuckle. Bambi giggled, rubbing her cheek against the stained sheet. "Like, feeding you, Benny? Bambi’s got lotsa milk!" The idiocy of the words scraped against Mark’s consciousness like broken glass. Shut your fucking mouth! Don’t give him ideas!
The ring flared, searing hot against my skin where Ben’s hand rested possessively on my ass. The command slammed into Mark’s mind, a silent, agonizing pressure building deep within my chest cavity. Expand. Overflow. Obey. It wasn’t growth; it was violent inflation. Bambi gasped, a sound catching in her throat as the immense weight anchoring me to the bed suddenly intensified, the flesh beneath her ribs tightening impossibly. "Oooooh! Benny! My boobies! They feel... hot!" She tried to push herself up, but the sheer mass pinned her awkwardly. The stretched skin of her existing ZZ-cups felt like drumheads tuned too tight.
Seams on the cheap, torn top she hadn’t removed screamed. The fabric, already strained to its limit, began to split with a series of sharp, popping rips. Plastic underwire snapped like dry twigs, digging momentarily into the swelling flesh before being swallowed by the burgeoning tide. Ben watched, rapt, his free hand kneading the expanding mound greedily as it ballooned outward, upward, sideways. Mammary tissue surged, heavy and dense, pushing against the remnants of fabric, stretching the skin until it shone like lacquered rubber in the dim dawn light. The areolae widened, darkening further, the nipples hardening into thick, distended nubs pointing obscenely towards the ceiling. The sheer volume forced Bambi’s shoulders back, arching her spine painfully. "Fuck! Look at ’em!" Ben breathed, his voice thick with awe and lust. "ZZs? Fuck that. We’re talking planets now. Fucking perfect milk tanks." He squeezed brutally, fingers sinking knuckle-deep into yielding, unnatural flesh.
Bambi moaned, a long, shuddering sound of forced pleasure that vibrated through the massive breasts. "So... so big, Benny! Are they... are they the biggest?" Her voice was muffled by the sheer mass pushing against her chin. She lifted a trembling hand, barely able to reach the lower curve of one monstrous globe, her fingers sinking in. The weight was crushing, pulling constantly, making every shallow breath a conscious effort. Saliva slicked her DSLs as she panted. Inside, Mark felt like his ribs were cracking, his consciousness compressed beneath tons of unwanted flesh. Stop. Please. Just stop.
Ben ignored the silent plea radiating from Bambi’s vacant eyes. He pushed himself up, kneeling beside me, his gaze devouring the obscene spectacle. "Biggest?" He chuckled, a low, dark rumble. "For now, fuck-toy. But they need priming." His hand slid from the vast expanse of my ass, trailing upwards over my hip, leaving a sticky path on stretched skin. He palmed one colossal breast, his thumb roughly circling the swollen nipple. "Gotta get the milk flowing for later." He leaned down, his tongue, hot and wet, laving roughly over the distended tip.
Bambi arched her back further, a high-pitched whine escaping her massive lips. "Yesss! Suck them, Benny! Get Bambi’s milk ready!" The compulsion surged, forcing her body to respond. A thin, watery rivulet, not milk but some corrupted essence of the ring’s magic, beaded at the abused nipple. Ben sucked it greedily, his teeth scraping the hypersensitive flesh. The sensation wasn’t pleasure; it was raw nerve endings screaming under assault. Mark felt an agonizing tug deep within his core, a violation beyond the physical. Ben pulled back, a thin string of pearlescent fluid connecting his lips to my nipple. "Tastes like cheap candy," he grunted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Perfect bimbo juice." His other hand gripped the base of the breast, squeezing rhythmically, forcing more of the thin fluid to leak down the monstrous curve onto the sheets.
His eyes, dark with renewed, feral hunger, locked onto Bambi’s glistening, swollen lips. "Now," he commanded, his voice rough. "Clean me up, cocksleeve. Use that mouth." The ring pulsed its undeniable order. Bambi’s head turned obediently, her DSLs parting. Ben grabbed a fistful of bleached hair, forcing her face towards his groin. His cock, already thick and angry-red, slapped wetly against her inflated lips. "Open wide and suck, you tit-heavy bitch. Show those DSLs what they’re for." Bambi whimpered, a sound of programmed eagerness, as her massive lips stretched obscenely wide, enveloping the head, creating an immediate, wet vacuum. Mark tasted salt, skin, and the lingering tang of his own violated flesh as Ben thrust deep.