By: QueenNyanlathotep
Adjusting his tie, Adam swallowed as he looked into the glass doors of the office building. Before him stood the gateway to an entirely new world, one whose occupants could carry him to the future or discard him like trash. Everything, everything, depended on the events of the next hour. He had to give a good first impression or die trying!
Double-checking his tie, Adam flicked a glance at his watch and swallowed. 13:45, only fifteen minutes till his interview. It was now or never!
Taking a deep breath of air, he stepped forward. The glass doors swished open to receive him, and with that, he was inside, tasting the reception area’s freshly conditioned air. It was warm, but none stuffy, and it helped him to relax. The last thing he wanted was to be sweaty.
Adjusting his suit jacket, he took another step forward and glanced around. A little couch by the wall; modern art in the corner; plants. The building looked a lot smarter from the inside than it had through the window–enough so that he felt a brief flash of panic. What if this place was out of his league? What if he’d applied to the wrong company all along? Taking a deep breath, he struggled to keep his heart from bursting out of his ribcage. Enough! Enough! You can do this! You can do this!
Believing exactly the opposite, he made his way to the reception area.
“Hi,” he said, placing his hands on the counter. “I’m here for an interview with Ms. Kusanagi.” He tried to make this sound hopeful, but to his ears it came off a little needy. He coughed.
The receptionist, a woman maybe ten years his senior with curly blonde locks and the fattest ass he’d seen on a human being, turned to him and smiled. “An interview with Ms. Kusanagi? Oh, you must be the new intern she was talking about!” She laughed, loud and merrily.
Eyes still drinking in the sight of her thick thighs straining to escape her pencil skirt and pantyhose, Adam swallowed. “Th-that’s me,” he said, hating how feeble he sounded.
“Okay, I’ll just call her and let her know you’re here,” said the receptionist, whose named was ‘Mandy’ according to her name tag (reading it, he couldn’t help but notice her boobs were almost as impressive as her buttocks). “She’s in a meeting at the moment, so why don’t you take a seat over there? I’m sure she’ll be ready to deal with you soon enough.”
“Th-thanks.” Giving Mandy a nod, Adam turned and marched to the reception area’s little couch. The faux-leather squeaked as he dropped his flat little ass onto a cushion, wondering as he made himself comfy whether there was a particular position that would make him look more employable. Ms. Kusanagi would be coming downstairs to meet him sooner rather than later, and the last thing he wanted was to make a bad first impression! What if she found him lounging around like he was at home?
Slamming his legs together, he folded his hands and sat there frozen, like a statue carved and painted especially for the position. Fixing his eyes on the distant elevator, he refused to move, intent on providing his future employer with the best first impression. It might be a little hard, but he could handle it. She’d only be ten minutes or so, right?
*
Half an hour later, the elevator doors opened with a ding!, and a sweating, twitching Adam practically leapt out of his skin. Wiping his brow, he snapped upright, adjusting his tie and biting his lip to keep himself from screaming.
There could be no doubt that the woman emerging from the elevator was his prospective employee. Tall, Asian, curvaceous, she looked like exactly the beautiful, dark-haired women who occupied his darkest nightmares. Especially the ones with the whips. Staring at her, he found himself sweating all over again. Could he really work under someone so… so this?! Fuck, she was only slightly less curvy than the receptionist.
Marching across the room, her tightly-clad hips sashaying from side to side with such force it almost hypnotized him, she came to a stop at last right at his feet, slamming one of her stylish high-heels into the floor with a clack. Adam looked up at her, sweating and almost drooling. Her bust nearly hid her face, at least until she leaned forward.
“Adam Dryer?”
He swallowed. “Th-that’s me,” he said, feeling like a yokel who’d stumbled into a country club.
Ms. Kusanagi’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. “If you’d like to come with me? We’ll conduct your interview in my office.”
“O-oh, of course!” he said, hurrying to stand. Ah! Why hadn’t he stood up the second he’d noticed her approaching?
Ms. Kusanagi, of course, led the way, giving him an excellent view of her tightly-clad asscheeks as they bobbed up and down with every step. Despite his best effort, Adam found himself staring at them. Fuck, how can she be comfortable in such a tight skirt? Ms. Kusanagi’s cheeks looked like they’re tearing through her clothes any second now?
As he struggled to tear his eyes away, Ms. Kusanagi looked back over her shoulder. Blushing, he snatched his gaze away and locked it on the far wall instead. What was he doing?! He was going to ruin his interview before it had even started!
Despite this, he couldn’t help but notice the faint smile on Kusanagi’s face as she turned away.
Soon enough, they entered the elevator, and Kusanagi punched the button to take them to the highest floor. Standing there, side-to-side, the two of them said nothing as the doors shut and they began to rise. The elevator played a jaunty tune. Something jazzy. It gave him a headache.
As they rose, Adam couldn’t help but notice the elevator’s reflective interior gave him an excellent view of every part of Ms. Kusanagi’s body, from her generous ass to her curving hips to her enormous bust to her beautiful eyes… which could surely tell what he was doing. Swallowing, he locked his gaze on the elevator’s button.
Ms. Kusanagi smiled faintly. “So, Mr. Dryer,” she said, barely turning to face him. “What makes you want to work at Kusanagi Industries?”
Adam swallowed. He hadn’t expected the interview to begin so soon. “Oh, um…” He adjusted his tie. “I’m looking for somewhere I can become my best self and rise in the corporate world… m-ma’am.”
She nodded, as if this were entirely within her expectation. “Even if it means starting in a somewhat lowly position?”
“I… of course!” he said. “I understand that I have to prove myself. I can’t just start as a seasoned employee.” He risked a little laugh, to show he understood how ridiculous the concept was.
Kusanagi permitted herself a thin smile. “I’m glad you understand. Of course, with the economy being what it is, we have a lot of potential hires. Far more than we ever have in positions. Indeed, we have an outright bevy of experienced would-be employees competing to be here.”
Adam’s heart sank. How could he possibly compete with someone more experienced? Was she going to stifle his hopes before the interview had even started?
“What that means,” she continued, seemingly oblivious to his anguish, “is that we’re far less interested in experience than we are in someone willing to work with us.”
“Work with you?” asked Adam.
“That’s right,” said Kusanagi. “We need someone willing to work the lowliest roles, to do the dirtiest jobs. To prove their loyalty to the company far in advance of any expectation of a reward. Do you understand, Adam?”
He managed to nod, but the elevator doors opened before he had to say anything else. Ms. Kusanagi marched straight out. He couldn’t have said whether she’d seen his response or not.
Marching down the corridor, past portrait after portrait of Asian businessmen and women, Kusanagi brought them at last to her office door. Leading him inside, she had a quick word with her secretary before striding straight past and through the door beside her. Adam followed closely behind, irrationally terrified he’d break something.
Kusanagi’s office looked much like what he’d expected. Neat and minimalistic, much like the woman herself, with a slender metal desk, a small bookshelf, and a potted plant in the corner. The most impressive thing in the entire room was the picture of a handsome man on the desk. “Oh, is that your husband?” he said, trying to be conversational.
“My brother,” said Kusanagi. “He’s dead. We loved each other very deeply.”
Adam’s tongue shriveled up like a prune.
Marching around the desk, Kusanagi approached the room’s far window and came to a stop looking outside. Adam hung back, unsure what to do in this scenario, until at last she looked back and gestured for him to join her.
As he approached, she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I’m glad to hear you’re willing to show your spirit for the company,” she said, eyes boring into his own. She felt oppressively tall up close; he hadn’t realized how big she was. “There aren’t many people willing to suffer such indignity in the name of an internship.”
Adam swallowed. What did she want him to say here? He’d already agree to be her loyal employee. What more did she want? “I’d be happy to do anything to work here, ma’am,” he said, trying to sound as willing as he could without becoming obsequious.
Nonetheless, Kusanagi smiled at him. “I’m glad to hear that,” she said. “Because I have something of a trial of fire in mind for your initiation.” Placing her other hand on his other shoulder, she spun him around to face her chair and pushed him into it. Landing on the harsh pleather with a squeak, he opened his mouth to ask what was going on and froze as Kusanagi raised her hand.
Snap!
Adam flinched. It was like she’d rung his death knell. He could feel the sound passing through every cell in his body, making his every component no matter how small, ring in sympathy. A tinging spread through him, starting with his chest and spreading rapidly outward till it reached his far extremities. He wanted to open his mouth and scream, but all that came out was a thin moan. His teeth chattered as if he’d stumbled into the depths of a blizzard.
Standing over him, Ms. Kusanagi smiled. “I’m glad you applied for this scheme,” she said, smile curling till it was all but malicious. “It’s been a long time since I’d had someone so pliant in my employ.”
Leaning close, she planted her hands on his chest, and pushed. Hard.
Adam squealed, expecting himself to be crushed between her strong arms and the back of the chair. Instead, to his horror, he found something else happening: he found himself moving back, as if he were sinking.
For a moment, he dared to think the chair itself were shifting, that Kusanagi were merely pushing it back towards the table. Then he realized that nothing else in the room was moving, that despite the complete impossibility, he was being pushed into his would-be-boss’s chair.
“H-help!” He finally managed to find the strength to speak. “H-hel–Mmmphf!”
Rolling her eyes, Kusanagi planted her hand on his mouth and pushed a little harder. “Now, now. Where was that remarkable spirit you showed me not long ago? If you want a good position, you have to hold your tongue.” She leaned closer. “Survive this, and I’ll make you my personal assistant. How do you like the sound of that?”
He moaned. But he didn’t scream again. Whimpering, he nodded and sat there unresisting.
“That’s a good boy.” with a thin smile, Kusanagi placed her hands on his chest and pushed, forcing him deeper, deeper, deeper into the chair.
Struggling to suppress his terror, Adam looked down and moaned. It was like he was melting, as if he were a fluid being smeared into the chair’s surface. How was this possible? How could it possibly be happening?!
Taking his wrists in her hands, Kusanagi lifted his arms and plopped them on the armrests, where they began to sink as swiftly as the rest of his body. Soon, he could no longer move them at all. “Just a little longer,” she said. “Then we’ll get to see just how tough you are.”
He whimpered.
Planting her hands on her his thighs, Kusanagi pushed downward, forcing his legs into the seat of the chair till they were barely visible, like dolphins cresting the water. By now, only a few inches of his body remained out in the open.
“Almost there,” said Kusanagi. “All you need is one last little…” She gave him a hard push in the chest, one that made him grunt, and Adam gave one last little squealing before vanishing into the depths of her seat and the dark space inside it.
Help me! Like a drowning man, he shouted automatically, pleading for help. He felt as if he were floating in a void, spiraling through empty space.
As he struggled to regain control, he found his body contorted, flowing like molten metal into a preprepared mold. He moaned as he twisted, arms forced up, his head turned around, his legs and his _-____ slammed together and forced down. Just as he thought he’d never see again, his sight was rushing up, rising, rising, towards the surface of the dark space…
He opened his eyes and found himself looking up at Ms. Kusanagi. She smiled. “There.”
Adam moaned, but no sound emerged from his lips. He tried to move, but his body refused to obey him, no matter how hard he fought. He felt so tight, so pent-up, so twisted. Fuck, it was like he had the hardest erection he’d ever had.
Struggling to focus, he realized the chair’s armrests–his armrests–were above him now. Wh-what had changed exactly? Where was his face n–?
“Well, time to put you to the test,” said Ms. Kusanagi. “You better hope you’re comfy…”
And just like that, she turned, giving him a view of their glorious, enormous, tightly-clad ass threatening to tear through her work skirt. Seeing it up close made it look a thousand times larger than it ever had before–if Adam had still had a mouth, he might have drooled. Best of all, it was getting bigger!
Only as her ass truly filled his sight did he realize the horrifying reality of his situation. Gaping in shock, he struggled to pull away, to plead, to do anything. N-no! No! Please, not this! Not this! Not–!
Smack!
Ms. Kusanagi’s ass slammed into his like a proto-planet striking the primordial Earth. The impact rolled through him, setting every nerve in his taut, pent-up body alight and leaving him screaming so desperately for release he couldn’t form another thought. He creaked, body straining beneath her weight, and as she shuffled on his face, every little motion she made intensifying his pleasure a thousandfold. Nnnn~!
“Hmm,” said Ms. Kusanagi. “Not bad. You’re not the comfiest chair I’ve ever sat in, but you’ll do. Congratulations.”
Face buried beneath her ass, Adam released a muffled thanks.
She shuffled some more. “You’re a little high relative to my desk though. No matter–I can easily adjust you.”
Ad-adjust me?
Leaning to the side, Kusanagi reached down and wrapped her hands around Adam’s ____. He squealed, lost in lust and shock as she tightened her grip and wrenched it upward. Oh God–he was so sensitive. It felt so good! How could it possibly feel so good?
He dropped a little, forced down by her weight, and with that Ms. Kusanagi released his tender _____. Adam screamed again, unsure if he was thankful or if he wanted her to touch it more. Nn~!
“Since I haven’t explained your situation very clearly, allow me to clarify a little,” said Kusanagi, voice somewhat muffled by her ass. “From now on, you are going to serve me as my chair and in any other role I see fit to place you in. Should you do well enough, then at the end of your internship, I shall restore you and make you my personal assistant as promised. Should you do poorly… Never fear, I have a number of ways of recycling poorly performing interns.” He whimpered; he thought he heard her laugh. “Remember: we’re looking for loyal, steadfast employees. So long as you stick to your role and do it well, you’re guaranteed to find success here.”
Guaranteed… In the haze of sensations, Adam found this the only word he could focus on. It was one he’d keep in mind over the course of what followed, a lifeline he’d cling to as he experienced the worst Kusanagi had to offer.
“Tch, you’re still too high. Let me adjust you again.”
Her hand tightened on his ____; Adam screamed.
***
For the rest of the day, Kusanagi barely acknowledged him. Why would she, he supposed? After all, he was just her ch-chair. Good chairs don’t need their Mistress’s acknowledgement.
Indeed, after the first hour, he could be forgiven for thinking she’d forgotten about him entirely. The way she shuffled around, trying to make herself comfy without any thought for how he was feeling himself, wasn’t exactly the greatest. He felt as if she were sitting on his face, burying his poor features beneath two giant boulders of assfat. The more she shuffled, the more he could feel himself slipping into her. Her weight was insane, like being sat on by a hippopotamus!
Worse, as the day went on, she seemed to grow heavier and heavier. He couldn’t tell if he was imagining it or if his taut new body were really straining under her weight, being pressed slowly down, down into his feeble former legs. Soon enough, he realized it didn’t matter. If she didn’t release him soon, he was going to go insane.
Fortunately, she gave him mercy eventually. As the sky went dark, she smacked her lips and stretched, her ass flying away from him, returning to its natural place as a moon in the sky. Releasing from his torture, Adam moaned in delight. Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Mistress! Thank you.
Without a word, she turned and walked away. He focused all his efforts on enjoying her brief absence.
It wasn’t long before she returned, of course. Rather than dropping her ass straight on him, however, she paused and looked down. “Oh! I’m almost forgotten about my new intern. How are you holding up? Enjoying your new role? Any complaints? …Good, good. Well, I’m glad to hear that, because it’s time for me to sit down again. I’ve got a few more hours of work left before it’s time to leave, and you better be ready to support me through all of them.”
Adam whimpered, but that was the most he got to do before her ass crashed into his face again. Nnn~!
Several hours of torture later, and Mistress finally shifted from her place atop his face. Standing up, she stretched and yawned. “Phew, what a day,” she said, rubbing her shoulders. “It feels good to have accomplished so much though.”
Adam could only whimper. As much as he enjoyed the release from her torment, he was terrified of what fate awaited him next. Was she going to leave him here all night? Was that going to be his life from now on? The thought of being trapped here under her ass all day and forced to sit here on his own all night made his want to scream in horror. She couldn’t do this to him! She couldn’t do this to him!
“Now,” she said, looking back, “what shall I do with you, my cute little new intern?” She tapped her chin. “Ah!”
Pinching her skirt, she pulled it down, exposing him to the bright, bold pair of pink, heart-dappled panties she wore stretched over her ass. He could only blink in surprise. He’d never imagined someone like her wearing something so–
“Let me just…” Leaning in close, she pinched his… soul?, tightened her grip, and wrenched him out of the chair. For an instant, he floated in the air. And then, just as he thought he’d disperse like a cloud of gas, she slapped herself on the ass and he found himself thrown into her panties.
One moment, he was formless, shapeless; the next he found his arms tightly wrapped around Ms. Kusanagi’s hips, his legs stretching under her groin, and his face planted firmly in the rancid crack of her ass. Oh God, no no nonono! He wanted to scream. The sweat… the taste and the stench… It was unbearable! Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!
Adjusting his straps, Kusanagi pulled up her skirt and thrust him into the darkness. “You can stay in there while I’m at home,” she said, giving her ass a playful slap. “Remember, we’re looking for loyalty in our employees.”
Trapped, stretched taut in the darkness, his ass buried in an older woman’s crack, Adam could only moan and plead for her mercy. He wasn’t sure he wanted any job at all at this point, let alone this one.
***
Kusanagi wore him all through the night and didn’t bother to change him in the morning. Instead, he remained tightly bound in place, forced to endure her rampant rolling and utterly revolting swamp ass. He felt like he’d been glued lips first to a toilet.
Soon enough, however, it was time for Kusanagi to return to work. The thought of spending another day as her chair filled him with dread, but he knew he had no option but to stay the course and suffer it.
Trapped between her ass and the car seat, he could only moan to himself as she drove to work. Finally, however, she pulled up to her private space and bounced out, giving him a little release from the torture of being crushed.
As she entered the office building itself, her every step making him shiver a little in pleasure, she came to a sudden stop. Adam was almost too insensate to notice.
“Hmm… Where’s that damned receptionist? She’s always straying from her post.” She heard her click her tongue… then laugh, as if she’d suddenly come up with a funny idea. “Intern, can you hear me? I have a job for you.”
Before he could reply (not that he could reply, really), Mistress’s skirt dropped, just a little, and he found himself pinched by her fingers again. Before he knew what was happening, he was flying through space once more. Out of Mistress’s pants, over the receptionist’s desk…
…and into the cushion resting on her chair, which sucked him up like a sponge absorbs water. His gaseous body settled easily into position.
Looking up, he found Ms. Kusanagi looking down with a smug grin. “All comfortable? Excellent. I have a very simple role for you to play, intern. Sit here in the receptionist’s cushion (why ever does she need one? Are our chairs not comfortable enough for her?) and make a note of what she’s doing. I’ll return to collect you at the end of the day. Make sure you take note of anything that goes against her job descrip!”
And with that, she turned and walked away.
Somehow, Adam’s heart managed to sink even deeper into his belly. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not only was he now an inanimate object, but he’d become the possession of someone who didn’t even know he was one! Oh God, who knew what kind of things she’d do to him!
Sitting there (with little choice to do anything else), he could only whimper inside as the seconds passed and the receptionist’s return grew closer and closer.
Finally, he heard the sound of stomping feet, and a familiarly thicc figure appeared to fill his skyline. Looking up at her, Adam could only moan. Oh God–from this angle, she looked even larger!
“Hmm… I don’t remember this cushion being so plush,” said Mandy, leaning in and squinting at him. “...Well, the plusher the merrier, I guess. I’m not one to complain.” She turned around.
Adam, who certainly was one to complain, instantly broke into a tirade of horrified expletives. Oh God, oh no. Nonononono! This can’t be happening! The woman before him was even thicker than Ms. Kusanagi, her ass a pair of enormous dumplings so thick they could have smothered him even before he became a cushion. Her thighs were like tree trunks, so thick that when she brought her legs together no light could pass between them. He didn’t even want to think about what she weighed.
Just as he’d finished tormenting himself with the idea of her, she decided to sit and bring him back to harsh reality. As it happened, his ideas didn’t compare to it in the slightest: as her asscheeks crashed into his face, deforming him around her, he felt as if his brain had been punched straight out of his skull. All his thoughts vanished, obliterated instantly, reduced to one single, two-word note, repeated endlessly: Too heavy! Too heavy! Too heavy!
With a grunt, the receptionist drew in a deep breath and sighed. “Ah, it feels good to take some weight off my legs.”
She shuffled from one side of him to the other, crushing half his brain and then the rest. Pleasure seared his mind, as hot as acid. F-fuck, it felt like she was sitting on his _____! Unlike when he’d been a chair, where his parts had all gone to different places, it felt as if his whole body had been folded up into the cushion, and he wanted nothing more than to escape its confines.
Humming to herself, the receptionist resumed her work, uncaring of the poor young man trapped under her delicate rear. Even through his pleasurable torment, he heard her talking, making phone calls, answering the questions of the people who came in. He wished for nothing more than for her to be able to hear him.
Several hours passed. During this time, the receptionist stood and left countless times, though she gave him no more clue as to where she was going. Soon he began to feel a little panicked. What if the day ended and he had nothing to tell Kusanagi? What if she did something even worse to him?
As time passed, he found his panic growing and growing. Soon, however, the receptionist sat up in his chair, giggling in delight. If he’d still had eyes, they would have perked up–something was happening!
“Lunch time!” Mandy declared. He heard the sound of food being unwrapped, followed by her chomping.
His non-existent ears settled back down again. False alarm.
Twenty minutes later, he heard the receptionist’s stomach rumbling. Though muffled by her enough ass, the sound came to him quite clearly. And to make things worse, she shuffled atop him to boot, crushing his face a little differently with each bout of indigestion.
Instead of abating, the grumbling grew louder with every passing minute. Despite his position, he felt himself feeling a little sympathy for her–just exactly what was wrong with her digestion?
Unfortunately, Mandy had a rather terrible reward for his concern.
“Oh dear,” she said. And before Adam could wonder what was wrong with her, he heard a sound like someone playing the world’s worst trumpet. A terrible smell–the worst he’d ever scented, like a demonic mix of gasoline and curry and rotten vegetables–slammed into his face. He recoiled–or tried to, despite his lack of movement. He’d never experienced anything so awful in his life.
“Oh, excuse me!” said Mandy, looking around to make sure she hadn’t been heard. She couldn’t have been, because a moment later she lifted her right cheek, that awful trumpet sounded again, and another blast of fetid gas struck Adam in the face.
He wanted to scream. Was her stomach full of rotten milk? Oh, God, how could anything human produce such a smell?!
***
Unfortunately, the receptionist’s gas didn’t abate with time. If anything, it grew worse and worse over the course of the day. Though she kept leaving her seat, she clearly never used the toilet, because each time she returned, she blessed him with a fresh blast to the face. By the time evening arrived, the idea of fresh air seemed like a myth. He was certain he’d never get the scent off him.
Mandy clocked off much earlier than Kusanagi. And though he was relieved to be freed from the prison of her ass, he hated having to wait around for his boss to restore him. Each second that passed, his trepidation grew a little worse. What if she’d forgotten about him? What if she’d forgotten he existed?
Fortunately, she hadn’t. At 10PM, Kusanagi finally showed up. Checking to make sure no one was watching, she leaned in close… and recoiled at the smell. “God, what has that woman been using you for? To shift manure? Urgh, let’s get you out of there.” Pinching him, she wrenched him out of the cushion and back into her panties. “So. What’s she up to, intern?”
Wh-what am I supposed to tell her?! he thought, panicked. …How am I supposed to tell her?
“Simply thinking will do the trick,” said Kusanagi, with a smirk. “Of course, if you don’t have anything to say…”
You can hear me?!
Kusanagi chuckled. “Naturally. How else did you think I was going to interrogate you? Speaking of, it seems you were unable to find an answer. Tch. That’s rather unfortunate. I thought much more highly of you, intern. Perhaps you don’t have what it takes to be part of this company after all!”
I do! I do! he cried, voice shrill. Please, give me a second chance!
Kusanagi chuckled. “Very well. I’ll be merciful this once.”
He sighed in relief.
“But, you’re going to have to undergo a little punishment before I can put you back in my good book.”
P-punishment?
***
Leaving him in her panties, she took him home and slept in him as she had the night before. This time, when morning came, she was merciful enough to change him, however. He could only sigh in relief as she slipped a fresh pair of panties on. The scent and taste of flesh had grown to be absolutely abysmal! He couldn’t imagine anything worse in the world!
Oh, how weak his imagination…
Back at the office, Kusanagi spat a brief hello to Mandy and marched into the elevator. Instead of taking it all the way to the top floor, however, she came to a stop halfway up the building instead.
“This is our busiest floor,” she explained as she exited.
B-Busiest floor?
Marching through the corridor, her ass, and thereby him, bobbing a little more with every step, she stepped into the floor’s restroom, opened a cubicle door, stepped inside, and slammed it behind them. The light almost blinded him when she pulled down her skirt.
Pinching him, she wrenched him out of her underwear and held his spirit suspended above the porcelain bowl of the toilet. “Now,” she said. “About that punishment.”
Adam’s heart froze. Sh-she… she couldn’t be serious could she? She wouldn’t actually turn him into something as disgusting as a toilet, would she?!
“I would,” said Kusanagi. “And unless you want to end up blacklisted from this industry forever, you’ll accept your new role with aplomb, understand?”
B-but–
“Understand?” She tightened her gaze.
Adam could have wept. Okay! Okay! I’ll do it!
“Excellent,” said Ms. Kusanagi. And without another word, she thrust his spirit into the toilet. Adam squealed as his soul spread to fill its dimensions, his legs curling up behind him in the block, his arms pressing down into the floor, and his mouth opening wide as it became the bowl, ready and waiting for someone to fill it. He vomited, and water filled his maw.
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!
Ms. Kusanagi snorted. “Hang in there, my adorable little intern. If you survive this, I’ll reward you with something special, understand?”
He whimpered. Y-yes, Ms. Kusanagi.
“That’s a good boy.” Lowering his lid, she turned and walked away. Adam could only watch her go and moan. How had he ever ended up in such an awful position?
*
For the next half an hour, Adam sat there and trembled in fear, terrified that someone would show up to bury him any second. People did enter several times, but each time it happened that they picked a different toilet to him. He could only sigh in relief, grateful for their unwitting mercy.
But his luck could only last so long.
Eventually, the footsteps approached him, and the cubicle door slammed opened with a resounding crash. A woman he didn’t recognize, enormous, curvaceous, entered, turning before he had a chance to see her face.
Her ass, tightly-clad in a skirt, gigantic, filled his world and cut off all the light beyond it. Adam could only stare, too shocked to truly believe. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happen–!
The woman dropped her skirt and her panties. Fully exposed, her ass somehow managed to seem even larger than it did concealed. Staring up at the fat clumps of flesh, he couldn’t believe exactly what he was looking at. Fuck, it must be larger than Kusanagi’s and the receptionist’s combined.
Just as he thought his situation couldn’t get any worse, she dropped. Like a falling moon, her asscheeks fell towards him, and though he screamed and pleaded and begged desperately for her to stop, nothing could arrest their ponderous momentum.
Smack!
The giant lumps of fat slammed into his open mouth and settled on his lips as if they were a cushy seat. Staring up at them from the bowl, he moaned at the sight of their fat crack… and worse: the brown donut hidden inside it.
N-no. No! Ms. Kusanagi! Ms. Kusanagi! Please, you can’t leave me like this! You can’t let her do this to me! You can’t let her do this to m–
A sound like an entire orchestra’s worth of brass instruments rolled out of the woman’s ass and around his captive bowl. He screamed as the stench filled his missing nostrils, intense, rancid, unbearable, and utterly inescapable. No!
It came again, once more and even sharper. And just as he thought things might not get any worse, the woman’s plump anus puckered–visibly puckered–and he stared in horror as something brown and slick wormed its way out of the hole.
The giant log landed in his water with a splash, and the instant it did Adam realized he’d never tasted anything worse in his life. Rancid, foul, acrid, acidic, it burned through his sanity and threatened to melt his brain. Thrashing in the confines of his new body, he struggled desperately to get it out, out, out. Stop it! He screamed. Get it out of me!
Instead, the woman farted and dropped a log in his mouth again.
*
She wasn’t the only person to use him before the end of the day, though none of the shits he sucked down after could compare to the sheer horror of the first one. The taste–the fact he’d been reduced to such a measly status–with never leave him for the rest of his life. He wanted to cry. Even now, two hours since the last one, it was as intense as if it were fresh.
The restroom door opened, and footsteps clacked against the tiles. He flinched as they approached him. Please, no. Not another one. Not another one.
The cubicle door swung open.
Instead of the random woman he was expecting to see, he found himself looking up at the voluptuous body of Kusanagi. Somehow, this position made her curves seem even bigger.
“Well, well, well, how are you doing in there, my adorable little intern? Have you learned your lesson yet?” She leaned in close, pinching her nose to avoid catching his scent.
Adam whimpered. He wanted to burst into tears. Only the fact he didn’t actually have eyes anymore kept him from it. Please, Ms. Kusanagi. I want to go home. I don’t want this job anymore…! I just want to go home! He sniveled.
Ms. Kusanagi’s expression drooped into a frown, and for several seconds she said nothing at all. “Is that so?” she said at last. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that from you, Adam. As I said, there’s nothing more important to this company than loyalty, and if you can’t even take our shit for a single day, how are you ever going to survive here long term?”
He whimpered.
“You’re fired, obviously,” she added, almost as an afterthought. “Now, the only question that remains is what to do with you…”
You… You’ve got to turn me back!
“Hmm? Who says I have to do anything? No, no, no, now you’re no longer in your role, I have no obligations to you whatsoever. Still, it would be a shame to let you got to waste… the only question is where to put you…” She stood up and clapped her hands with a laugh. “Oh, of course! I have the perfect idea!”
And spinning around, she pulled down her skirt.
As her panties dropped too, Adam stared in horror at the fat ass beneath them. Digging her fingers into her cheeks, Ms. Kusanagi gripped hard and wrenched them apart, exposing the thick, plump anus hidden inside. He couldn’t believe quite how fat and how round it was.
N-no! Please don’t use me! Please don’t use me too!
Kusanagi laughed. “Oh, don’t worry–I’m not going to use you. Once I’m done, you might wish I had though.” And with another laugh, she reached back, pinched his soul, and wrenched it out of the toilet. He screamed as he sailed through the air, sailing towards Ms. Kusanagi’s cheeks…
…and straight into her anus.
No! Adam writhed and thrashed and fought desperately to escape, but like water down a plughole, he couldn’t keep himself from spiraling into Ms. Kusanagi’s rectum. As his spirit settled into place, he felt as if his mouth had been wrenched wide and the rest of his form compacted into the tunnel walls behind it.
A terrible stench, an awful mix of sweat and feces, filled his nostrils. He tried to scream, but he couldn’t produce the slightest sound. No! No! Please, no! You can’t leave me like this!
Ms. Kusanagi dropped, slamming his new cheeks into the seat of his former body. The impact rolled through him, setting his new nerves alight. It was simultaneously one of the most pleasurable things he’d ever felt, and one of the worst.
“Oh, did you say something, asshole? I’m sorry, but since you no longer work for me, I’m not obliged to continue this discourse any longer. Goodbye.”
No! Nononono! Please, please! I’ll work for you! I’ll work! Just turn me back! Turn me baaaaack!
But Ms. Kusanagi said not a single word, and soon Adam felt the rumbling of her guts as the first task of his new job wormed its way down his length. He vomited it up with a scream of disgust.
Ms. Kusanagi laughed. “Hold tight in there, big guy. You’ve got a long night ahead of you. Speaking of, maybe I should call my FwB… I’m really in the mood for some anal~.”