Balls away

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“Ryan, dude, please sit down” you groan on your seat at the baseball game as your friend leans over the seats, bothering not only the people under him but yourself as you seem to be the only one of the two with some consciousness on how you are supposed to act in public “No! I can’t see shit, some bald mf is blocking the view!” you sigh “Yeah dude that’s what happens when you buy the most crowded seats you could possibly find, cheaper or not. That’s not the other dude’s fault” you retort which definitely gets his attention as he turns around to snap something back at you “Hey! Dogshit seat or not, I pa-” Ryan does not get another word in as a ball sockets him in the face, hard. His frame immediately falling face first onto his seat as the orb of his demise falls onto the floor with an uncharacteristically plastic CLANK, not much of a sound you’d expect out of a baseball ball made of leather.

“Holy shit! Ryan are you okay!?” you dart over to shake him awake, no response but he at least seems to be breathing “Fuck” is all you can mutter as you turn to search for whatever hit your friend in the head, because if it is a ball then you might as well keep it, who knows, maybe you can resell it for some cash. The only thing you are able to find through your efforts is a small pinkish plastic ball, it looks more like a toy than whatever professional players would be throwing around. You pick it up and begin to squeeze, juggle and do everything in your power to test its properties, but no matter how much you toy around with it a single thought crosses your mind: ‘There is no way this knocked out Ryan’ as you ponder the physics of the plastic toy ball causing a concussion on your friend “Oooh fuck~” a groan? Moan? It’s halfway between the two, interrupts your thoughts and it is undoubtedly coming from right next to you.

“Ryan?” you ask as you shift closer to his seat “Mmmm~ Yeah?” he asks back with a lighter pitch, not even shifting his position as he does so “Uh is…” you trail off, unable to find the words you need as your eyes look over his frame, his smaller, thinner frame “...is everything alright, are you hurt?” you manage to ask as your mind is distracted by his body, not only is he thinner, all of his weight seems to be moving downwards, plumping up his lower body into a very appealing shape, all the fat and tissue slowly congregating into his ass cheeks as they inflate effortlessly into two ripe cushions for you to sink all of your face into as you hold onto her swelling hips “Mmm yeah~” he…she…it, you are not sure, but she seems to purr the words out as best as she can with her changing voice, the pitch higher and much more enticing than that of the lanky dude you are used to hearing, her jeans tightening around her bubble butt as she does so, the denim so tight you can clearly distinguish the individual curve of each cheek “I’ve never been better amor~” she pulls her face away from the seat to stare back at you with a deep hunger under her long eyelashes while her tongue comes out to trace around her delectable lips, running a shiny layer of saliva over them to help her red gloss stand out, just begging you to claim them right there and then “You seem distracted” she slithers out off her seat before crawling up onto yours, eyes never peeling from your form as she molds her womanly curves into your frame “I can show you something better than the game papi If you let your chica enjoy her night” she whispers into your ear, modest but soft breast pressed up into your chest. You just dumbly nod along, too heated by the sight to care. She smiles at your permission, leaning forwards into the seat just as she had been doing before, flashing you a mischievous grin as she bends her spine in a manner that pushes her large ass out for your eyes to delight in and just as you thought your brain had reached its boiling point, she begins to shake it, jiggling that plump ass right in your face, each wobble and ripple as her rotund cheeks dance under her jeans nearly enough to have you pop billions of wasted genetic materials into your pants and, worst of all, the game wasn’t even half-way over as her confidence won over, and her thick cheeks began to grind and rub into your crotch with delectably sensual motions.

“You are full of shit dude” your roommate Justin calls you out as he stretches on a black mat while you do your best to show him the pink ball that doomed Ryan into owning the fattest ass you’ve seen in a while. The rest of the week had been a blur, with the hot Latina woman who used to be Ryan following you around everywhere all while acting as your girlfriend and, judging by the reaction you just got, no one seemed to mind it or even remember that the bottom heavy gal used to be your friend “Justin please dude just believe me for a second here” he stops stretching for a moment to look at you with a frown “Yeah Ben, let me believe for a second here that Regina was a dude and, what did you say it was? A magical ball? A magical ball turned some dude into whatever she is now?” you cross your arms in fed-up indignation, pink ball still clutched in your hand “Not just some dude! That was Ryan! He hanged out with us basically every day!” he scoffs at your outburst “You said the ball hit 'em, and now he’s your girlfriend, right? Easy way to get you out of my hair man, hit me with it”

“You…are you sure?” he sighs “Yes Ben, not like it’s gonna do an-ack! At least warn me dickhead!” he complains, the ball already having bounced away from his face and back into your hands “Hitting me in the face aside, see? It did nommmgh~ thing” as much as he wants to deny your claims, you can see and, well, hear the effects of the ball claiming Justin. The spot where you hit him, right over the bridge of his nose, already aligning itself, forming into a perfectly flawless shape. His eyes thin and round out to give him a vaguely oriental look, and his cheeks hollow out a bit as his jawline accommodates into a less masculine shape. His lips follow suit, filling with tissue to compliment her visage with two plump gloss covered cushions.

“Are you sure it did nothing Justin?” you mock her while juggling the ball in your slender manicured fingers, being careful not to damage your nails since you just got them done last week “It’s Jane, Ben, you know this, now are you going to keep laughing at me after slamming that stupid ball into my face or can I do yoga in peace?” you chuckle at his girlier tone, the ball taking its toll on her as her shoulder-length hair assembles itself into a stylish cut to finish off her head. Done with that, you get to watch in real time as the changes move down her body, crunching up her shoulders and narrowing her limbs as all of the excess mass flows into her chest to grow out the two plump mounds swiftly developing under her black tank top, the previously unassuming gym attire now doing wonders to show off her developing cleavage and softening tummy as it itself begins to shrink to accommodate her frame with her black pants following suit as they comfort to her slender thighs and girlish hips. What’s left of Justin is a petite but undeniably beautiful woman, nothing extreme like Ryan, sorry, Regina now but something that undoubtedly resembles what used to be your roommate. Unlike Regina, who exploded into curves and a Latino heritage that, if memory serves you right, Ryan didn’t have. This woman is everything you’d imagine if you just switched Justin’s gender, petite, pretty, a figure that shows how much care she takes of her body. It’s not bad, but it does leave you to wonder, why did Regina blossom like that?

“I’m not a free show you know?” Jane giggles, half annoyed and half appreciative of your attention “Sorry, I’m just thinking over what happened with Regina” you half-heartedly apologize, still deep in thought despite the beauty stretching in front of your eyes “Are you sure you are not the one that got hit with that ball? Would explain why you look so dumb all the time” she laughs at her own mockery, but her words do help you realize something, Regina got hit with the fall at who knows what speed whereas Jane got hit by your arm haphazardly tossing it “Jane catch” you warn before you throw the thing as strongly as your slim, dainty arms will let you and knick her right in the tit before the ball bounces back into your hands, well it would’ve had you caught it instead of having it slam into your frame “Ow fuck! Well, at least I got a warning but seriously? Right on the girls~?” she half coos with a noticeably more seductive tone, you gaze lifting back into her through your thickening eyelashes to see that you were right. Right before your widening eyes, you can clearly see Jane’s tank top slowly bulging out, her breasts swelling out as quickly as her body can stuff gropeable tissue into her fattening udders, the poor tank top trying and failing to adjust as her boobs push past modest and into melon territory “Oooooh The girls just feel so sore today, I think I’m done with the gym for today bestie” she giggles as she stands up, the motion sending her now sizable tits into a wobbly mess as the straps strain to hold up their sheer weight.

“I was thinking, I had some cuties come up for my number before you came over to work your fat ass out~” she purrs, suddenly very close to you and her tits very pressed into your own handfuls…‘Wait? That’s not-’“So how about we call them up for a double date, find some fresh meat, you get me right~” her words sneak into your ear with the warmth of her breath, sending a tingle through your smaller frame as your mind wanders into vivid images of whatever guys she plans on inviting railing into your fat ass, their cocks thrusting into your cavernous cheeks as they grope and ‘NO! I’m not a g-!’“See you later girl. Just put on something cuter but don’t you dare hide this thing” her hand comes down to hit a hard slap into your ass “Aaaah~!” you try to bite your bottom lip to stiffen the moan, but it’s no use, your cheeks already reddening with a blush as you moan loudly in response to Jane’s hands-on teasing. But, she is right, although it does a wonderful job of highlighting your massive jiggly ass, you should probably put on something better than gym wear, although, does it matter? Not like any man is going to care what pants you have on when they get to meet you, you can already imagine it, having those things ripped off of you, tossed aside as their long thick meat gets lost in your pillowy bottom. Gosh, just thinking about it gets your panties wet ‘Fuck, now I do need to get changed’

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I'm not sure how a simple Tg I made up while staring at the first gif turned into a 2000 word story but yeah, hope you enjoyed the read : )

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