Crash course in ring usage with Natalie

Natalie couldn't fucking believe it.

The ass, her ass sat behind her, so massive that it could probably irritate the trajectory of low flying orbital junk. She could feel it now, could partially understand the sensations coming to her from her previously minuscule behind. There was a lot more skin to it’s bean-bag like shape and so, coming to terms with whatever fucked up experiment had produced this ridiculous situation, Natalie could understand why it had taken her so long to see it as it truely was. Sinking a hand in like it was some non-newtonian fluid, she could feel it but if she weren't already looking she would have a hard time placing where on her actual ass the pressure was coming from.

Her eyes lingered, lazily scraping every inch of her cloth-covered rump as if by doing so she might begin to understand how… well, just how.

Wouldn't it be difficult for someone to make her these clothes? The rest of her seemed the same, just her badonkadonk ass that eclipsed her legs. How was she supposed to get these pants on and off? They were basically loose sweatpants and no matter how Natalie thought about it she didn’t see how her waistband was supposed to fit around the moon orbiting her.

She thought of the words, spoken in a mad euphoric state. My ass couldn’t be used as your personal bean bag.

It was weird that she’d grown an ass of that very rough dimension, much more so that it seemed like it had to be because of the things she’d said in the middle of an orgasm. Was it because she was having an orgasm? Did she have magical orgasms now? Cum? Cumming tirades?

Natalie slumped for a second on her immense ass, surprised with how comfy it was once she sank in properly.

She could play with herself some more, try and cum as hard (unlikely) as she’d just done and then yell out some more nonsense to see if anything stuck… that or just try saying whatever shit that she wanted.

“Aaaghh!” Avery sighed, plopping down on Natalie’s rear right next to her and causing her to bounce lightly upward with a light squeak.

Avery had just set himself on Natalie’s ass (of which there was plenty of space for the two of them) with a red cup full of whatever drink they had at the snack table. The man sat, sprawled out and breathing heavily, clothed now but with his shorts very messy and clearly covered by a smattering of he and Josie’s juices, underneath which Natalie could see his large cock, shrunken enough that it was only a considerable bulge in the thin summer cover.

At first Natalie just watched, confused why he was sitting there (although kind of excited to be right next to him like this) until she remembered the rest of the words involved with that phrase that had seemingly added on a couple hundred pounds to her backside, the “your personal bean bag” part..

What an interesting twist.

“Hey Avery!” she cooed, leaning over to lay a hand on his short brown hair, running her fingers between the strands lightly. “I think we should spend more time getting to know each other…” she said, curious if her words would again change reality to her desires.

Avery tensed slightly at her touch and the clear attraction in her tone of voice. However, as she didn’t seem to be moving any closer than just a light combing of the head, he settled for just relaxing on his personally owned bean-bag ass and closing his eyes.

“We already spend a bunch of time together, Nat.” Avery’s eyes remained closed, hands crossed over his torso and relaxing against the wobbly asscheek he had sunk into.

Natalie frowned at his lackluster response and unreceptive attitude. She watched his relaxed, handsome face, stirs of emotion in her chest, so long and so fruitless a time spent pining over him...

Did he think that they spent time together because he owned her booty? In this form of being did he expect her to be available to sit on whenever he wished? Was she missing out on a whole history of being this… bean bag butt person?

Maybe later she was supposed to come home with him (somehow) and sit in his room, ready to be used as his personal throne whenever he wished it? While all of that sounded fairly enjoyable, Natalie felt she really needed to get a handle on this… whatever it is.

Thinking back on the phrase that she’d said, she realized one characteristic that might provide a hint. It had been a question…

“Do you really wan’t to hang out more with me?” Natalie leaned closer, watching for any small change in his appearance or response. Immediately she felt a ripple, from her finger on her left hand, glancing down she saw that (now dry) ring she’d found on the floor.

“Uh… sorry Nat, I’m going to have to go, I just remembered that I have-” Avery clambered up off of Natalie’s immenseness and was actually making his way to the door on the far side of the room with an urgency that she hadn't seen before from him.

In a panic (and because she was locked to the floor) she just shouted the first thing that came to mind, being the reverse of what seemed to have produced this disastrous result.

“Do you really want to not hang out more with me!?”

Natalie’s pulse raced as she watched the tall boy do a full u-turn as if he’d planned it all along.

“Ahaha! Gotcha, Nat! Just jokes!” he once again sat down on the huge bean bag ass, interestingly, a bit closer than before.

Again she had felt the odd rippling feeling as she’d asked a question from this flawless (other than pre-smudges)silver ring. So questions, but in the negative of what she actually wanted to happen? That seemed a weird choice for a lone ring of ridiculous power… almost like it was the counterpart to another…

oh well.

The more interesting realization that the smugly cackling Natalie came to was that she now had all the power she could ever want.

“Is my ass not the typical online model's firm and bubbly butt?”

She could tell that her request had been “accepted” as the ring did its vibrating-world-warping thing, but also because she seemed to almost teleport to a different position. There was a problem however as she seemed to be still grounded, just literally this time as she lay on the ground with something on top of her, specifically on her butt. Looking back, she could see Avery awkwardly sitting on her very healthy and firm ass that held him up high but still managed to spread out under his weight, both showing how sturdy it was and how much juicier it was than her original size. Avery looked for all the world like this was just the most normal thing to be doing despite how awkward he looked trying to relax like that.

“Hm? Whatsup?” the beautiful fool asked her, noticing her sudden gaze.

“Oh. it’s nothing… just, is my ass your personal place to sit on?” she had to stop for a second this time, making sure for a second that she had the inverse question down properly. What an annoying method of complete power.

Avery gave her an odd look, immediately replaced by a goofy smirk.

“Oh, come on, sometimes a dude just needs a girl’s hot behind to sit on.” he said, climbing up and off of her but making sure to give her a light slap that caused the healthy cheeks to wobble delightfully in the sweats that had conveniently re-sized to her.

She noted that he seemed to take her magically compelling words as some sort of sarcastic remark rather than the oddity it would’ve been before she’d used the magic.

Natalie’s heart skipped a beat, feeling a stir in her chest at hearing him call her “hot” in any capacity. That and the subsequent smack on her ass had other parts of her purring with excitement. Avery had only shown the most basic interest in her before, much less her thin, below average body. It left her aching for me.

Natalie could feel warmth flooding her center, moisture seeping at her entry as she thought of how best to entice this, no, her man.

Should she start with what she wanted right away, make him her play thing and then fully indulge in her… curious vices? Or should she take it slow, enjoy her man piece by piece as she slowly molded him into the perfect mate?

“Uh… something the matter Nattie ? I kinda wanted to chill but you’re just staring at me and… not gonna lie, it’s kind of freaking me out.” he said with an embarrassed chuckle while scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck.