This is part 3 of a collab with TGCapsCenter (Part 1 Link Here) and ThePiousWoman (Part 2 Link Here)
Picture by Ryusei
You sat at the bar, tapping your fingers as you waited for your friend, Tyler, to leave the bathroom. He had entered with that hot goth chick at least 15 minutes ago; what blowjob took that long? You sat up as you saw the door to the bathroom open, the absolute bombshell leaving alone. Were her tits bigger now? No, you thought, that'd be silly. You waited a few more minutes, expecting Tyler to exit, but he didn't. He was probably passed out drunk on the floor or possibly hurt; either way, you decided you needed to make sure. You stood up and made your way to the bathroom, not seeing the goth girl smirk and tail you.
"Tyler?" You called out, looking for shoes beneath the stall doors. Strangely enough, there was no one in the entire room. There was only one exit, but you could've sworn you didn't see him exit. Maybe you glanced away for a second, but what was certain was he was no longer in the restroom. You turned to leave and ran directly into the goth, her definitely bigger tits cushioning your collision. She stood her ground like a statue, causing you to be the one to fall backwards onto your ass. "Hey!" You called out, dazed by your sudden impact, "Watch it!"
She giggled, bending over to get a good look at you, her enormous cleavage deep enough to get lost in. "Wait," you said, trying to stand up, "You're the bitch Tyler was with. Where did he go?" "He's much closer than you think," she giggled. "What kind of asinine statement is that?" You replied. "I didn't know one of Tyler's friends would know such a big word," she mocked, pushing you back down onto the floor with her heel. You tried to pull free from her, but it felt like she had literally pinned you to the ground. "But that does give me an idea," she laughed, pivoting so her rear was facing you and lifting her dress to expose herself. Before you could ask what the hell she was doing, she fell on you like a meteorite.
Your entire face was enveloped by her rear, cutting off all air as she sat on you. You would've been aroused had her menacing aura not made it feel like an attack. You flailed, clawing at her hips, but your strength started to wane; no, your hands started to feel… wrong? They took on a mind of their own, stretching and grabbing each other as they fused into a single piece. You tried to pull them apart, but they were firmly attached as if they were always like this. Her weight grew heavier and heavier, your very soul feeling as if it was being put into a hydraulic press. You could feel your body flatten. You could feel the cold tile floor and her soft flesh only millimeters apart, the thing separating them being you.
Your bottom half bent unnaturally upwards, your feet merging with your conjoined hands. You could feel the warmth of her sex on your legs as you realized too late what was going on. Your torso and head melded together, widening to accommodate the colossal globes that took up all of your vision. You tried to move, to wiggle in the slightest, but every signal you sent to your limbs failed, your autonomy gone. The only saving grace was that you could breathe again, or at least your body discovered you didn't need to.
You felt your world move, and you were suddenly able to see again. You looked around, trying to regain your bearings when you caught a glimpse of purple in the bathroom mirror. A pair of panties snugly fit across the goth's ass, an article of clothing that wasn't there mere moments ago. What you had feared was correct: this bitch had turned you into her underwear, and by the strain you were feeling, a few sizes too small. "You've got your work cut out for you," the girl giggled, smacking her ass, sending a ripple through your body, "Be lucky I didn't turn you into a bra. Your friend Tyler would've broken you in a week."
As that statement sunk in, she pulled her dress down over you, covering you in darkness before leaving the bathroom, your new body swaying with her every movement.