Before she could do anything Brandy watched something take place that would end up shocking her to her core for the rest of her days. She watched Erika, a woman she loved like a daughter, turn into a watery shapeless blob before her. The only consolation was that the transformation was so quick Erika didn’t eve have time to take a breath.
Brandy took one step forward and stopped. She shook in her patent leather black and white, 4-inch heel, expensive pumps in an Oxford style. She dropped to her knees, and stared in stunned silence. She undid the top button of her two-button dark grey pin-striped A-line skirt suit.
She began to sob when the blob in front of her began to move. Brandy quickly screamed as she was enveloped into the main mass of the blob, unleashing a fart that moved through the blob as gigantic bubbles until popping on the blob’s surface. The blob began to contract tighter and tighter around her until Brandy finally passed out. While unconscious the blob grew ever smaller, while it looked to be that inside of it Brandi bloated slightly and slightly bigger.
It was the next morning when Brandy awoke. She looked around her for the blob, but it was no wear to be found, not a trace of it anywhere to be seen. She stumbled to the bar of her office and poured a glass of bourbon for herself, making sire to fill it to the rim. She carefully brought it to her mouth, losing only a little to the shake of her hand, and took a large gulp of the needed contents.
“Don’t you <tthhhrrrppptt!> think ith a little early for drinks-<thhtthhhrpt!>?”
Brandy froze in fear. Her ass just farted a question at her. “Wh-what did you say?”
“I thaid ‘Don’t you <ttthhhhrrrppptt!> think ith a little early for drinks-<thhtthhhrpt!>-?’!”
Brandy slammed the rest of the drink before covering her face with her hand. “Oh my God, my ass is talking to me!” she broke down.
“<ttthhhhrrrrrppppptt!> Brandy, ith me, Erika! <ffffrrrrttttttt!>” Erika spoke through Brandy’s ass. “We’re one person now-<thhhhhhrrrttttt!>”
“Wh-what?” Brandy stammered.
“<ffffrrrrrttthhhppptt!> Brandy, I’m your <ffffrrrpppttt!> Ass! <thhhhppp!>”
“Erika?” Brandy asked, she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and could barely comprehend what was going on around her. And now she had to accept that her former assistant has been turned into her ass and was talking to her through her farts? Good luck with that!
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