Here's the second part of Dayv1029's 2 part short story commission! I hope y'all enjoy it!
Part 1: Here | Part2 (You're here!)
Contains: Inanimate Transformation and Identity Death
“And to think I thought watching clouds for a couple hours was boring!” Philip had spent the last day watching weeds gently blow in the wind as the winter air nipped his vinyl face. The pungent aroma of slowly rotting garbage filling his nostrils as flies buzzed about behind him. Hour after hour the same thing as the sun slowly rose to its peak and hour after hour the same thing as the sun slowly descended past the horizon. The sky grew dark and the temperature dropped as ice formed across his face, the expanding moisture pushed and pulled on his vinyl skin for hours until daylight broke, slowly melting the ice. “Lisa should definitely be searching for me by now! Hell with her magic it shouldn’t take her any time at all!”
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“It’s been… four days? Where’s Lisa? Maybe she doesn’t know any magic that can find me?” Four freezing days Philip sat untouched in his kidnappers backyard watching a sea of weeds sway in the wind. The woman only came into the backyard once so far, only to add another bag to the pile of trash she had festering back here. God the stench of rot was nauseating! The endless nothing was maddening! He didn’t really know when he started it but at some point Philip had begun keeping count of any living creature that came into his vision. Seven birds, three spiders, a beetle, two caterpillars, thirteen ants, and one thief! “I can’t wait for Lisa to find me and to take a warm nap in my bed!”
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“It’s been one whole week! Seven fucking days! Who steals a bike and doesn’t even use it for seven fucking days! Was I kidnapped just to be thrown among the rest of your fucking rusting junk!? Did you steal that too!? And take out your fucking trash you vile woman! You vile sick freak!” Philip couldn’t take it anymore, seven whole days he’d sat in some stranger’s backyard among her trash and decaying junk. She just kept adding to that pile of trash? It’s been a whole week! It had to be trash day at least one of those god forsaken days? “Lisa!? Where’s my Lisa!? Please!”
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Philip was fixated on something new, something exciting that he had yet to see- a squirrel! “Twenty eight birds, fourteen spiders, seven beetles, eleven caterpillars, sixty seven ants, three moths, his kidnapper, and one squirrel! Ha, ha, hah!” The door to the backyard flung open and slammed shut, scaring the squirrel away. “And another bag of trash for the pile? What an eventful day!” But instead of his kidnapper walking by him to throw more filth into her monument of incompetence she squatted down in front of him and lifted the bike's handlebars. “Wait? After twelve days of stealing me you’re finally going to use me? Why’d you steal me then? At least my girlfriend would’ve used me and taken care of me! Hello!?”
The woman walked the bike over to the back fence gate unaware of the onslaught of verbal insults being thrown her way. She was dressed differently from the day she stole Philip now wearing a fast food employee jacket and hat. Philip was feeling a sensation close to vertigo now that he was being moved after resting in one spot for twelve days but at least he was able to smell something other than rotting garbage. He was rested against a brick wall as the woman unlocked the gate. Now that he wasn’t underneath the patio he could see the sky once again and was surprised with how late it was as the sun was already in the process of setting.
He was maneuvered through the gate and watched as the lady relocked it before she hopped up onto the bike and rode off. *PLAP* her fat, jean covered ass hit him like a truck as he was reminded of the torment he was supposed to be experiencing. The full weight of the red-head crushing down on his face as she rode him, unaware that she was tormenting someone. The movement combined with the grinding and twisting of his face as her ass cheeks slid up and down his face was disorienting and nauseating. A lump welled up in the back of the throat he no longer had as the need to vomit built up with no means of release. “How did I think this was hot? Why couldn’t I just have a normal kink?” Philip mentally screamed out in anguish as his captor's ass hugged and twisted his face and his vertigo got worse.
After a dozen or so minutes of being tortured by this ladies cake they came to a stop. She lifted her leg and rear off of Philip’s pressed face as she wheeled him inside of a building. The ceiling was dotted with cheap fluorescent lights, most of which were dead and needed to be replaced and the building reeked of grease and cooking oil. She wheeled him past a swinging door as a young man’s voice called out. “Kelsie! How’d your finals go?”
“They went fine. Barely managed to pass but I did pass them.” She leaned the bike up against a wall near the backdoor, a shelf of sauces and jars loomed over Philip as a fluorescent bulb flickered above him. “How’d yours go?”
“I passed mine although one of my professors' tests was pulled from online so it was a cake walk. I got you on grill tonight by the way”
“Finals? That means it’s winter break. Am I going to miss the holidays with Lisa?”
“That’s fine by me. Nice and easy station on my first day back!” Her voice got further away as she walked from Philip, presumably to clock in.
This wasn’t all too bad. Philip got some time to let his nausea die down and the scent of fryer oil and burger grease sure beat routine garbage. Plus he could eavesdrop on the employees conversations which was leagues better than mindlessly counting insects and animals. The only thing that really bothered him was the strobing light above him which he was forced to stare at. Unpredictably it’d flash, sometimes rapidly, occasionally in a short repeating strobe. When he got bored of the light and while no conversations were happening he passed his time reading the various labels on the sauces and jars. ‘Hanz Ketchup’, ‘Baby Hurlees Dill Sandwich Pickles’, ‘Shermann Mayo’, and ‘Daves Frankly Hot Sauce’ littered the shelf.
After what must have been hours someone was sent back there with Philip to start on dishes as other employees did some trash runs. The crew began putting the leftover produce and sauces into the walk-in as dishes where hand washed and air dried. They laughed and joked with one another as the ceaseless light flashed above Philip which eventually was interrupted by Kelsie grabbing him and wheeling him out back. The moon shone brightly in the night sky as his new ‘owner’ made small talk with her coworker.
“Why’d you ride your bike today?” The same voice that greeted her earlier asked.
“Eh.” She shrugged. “It’s cheaper than filling my car up with fuel.”
“Ain’t that the truth! Anyways I should let ya go. Try to enjoy what remains of your night.”
“You too!” She then turned away from her coworker and began walking, pushing her bike by the handlebars before eventually jumping onto the seat. *PLAP* Her huge ass slammed down onto Philip’s face as her pedaling grinded her ass cheeks into his face once again. Apart from the usual feeling of his face being dented inward this time he was assaulted with a different torture as her grease covered, sweat filled jeans rubbed their scent into whatever classified as his nose. That burnt grease smell combined with her sweaty musk wasn’t pleasant but it was at least better than the trash heap that awaited him when they got back home.
Kelsie also didn’t seem to be in much of a rush, her bottom slowly wobbling back and forth atop Philip as she meandered her way home after a full shift back at her job. Not having the strain of her weight mashing his cheeks was nice but her slower pace unfortunately meant more time with his nose shoved deep into her crevice and getting acquainted with that potent mix of sweat and grease. Maybe that smell could soak into his vinyl skin so he wouldn’t have to brave the sweet aroma of her trash collection. This however wasn’t the case as they eventually reached Kelsies house where he was taken to the backyard and thrown to the ground without another thought.. The familiar scent of garbage replaced the smell of sweat and grease as he took in his new wonderful view of the dirt covered back wall of Kelsie’s house.
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Owner’s bike creaked below her as she rode off to work, her ass massaging his vinyl cheeks with the dexterity and care of a feral baboon. “Seventy eight? Or was it seventy nine? I lost count…” His life had fallen into a couple of months of monotonous cycles. Owner would ride him to work four to five days a week. He’d either spend his time in the back of some… food place? Or in the backyard with the rest of his rusting friends. At least Owner was getting better about the trash pile but the scent still lingered in puddles of rot which stained the concrete floor. “When is she coming? She’s looking for me, right?” He knew he had a name at some point. He did have a name at one point, right?
He missed his first owner. Although they only had one ride together he always remembered that first owner took good care of him. He sometimes had confusing thoughts about first owner though. Thoughts where he’d be on top of some soft surface and underneath cloth, cuddling with first owner but that couldn’t be right. He was only meant to be ridden like second owner did. Day after day second owner would ride him to her ‘work’ and back to their home just like she was right now. But second owner cheated in gaining him. Second owner doesn’t take care of him. But first owner never came back for him… Why did that make him sad?
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“What is this feeling!? Why do I remember this feeling? It stings it- hurts?” Owner was using him like she always did, like he was supposed to, her butt grinding and pressing into his skin like it always did when this happened. “Was I bad? Did I do something wrong?” He had felt it for awhile now, his skin felt stretched and frayed at parts as he was used for… “How long has it been? It used to be cold season but now it’s only cold at night. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been, he wasn't doing his job right!” His skin gave way all of a sudden as his vinyl skin tore open, exposing the soft cushion underneath. It was something he hadn’t felt in a long time, being used to being smushed and rubbed or the cold embrace of night but this was different. It made him feel alive, remember that he was alive. A painful tingling radiated from where his skin had torn, a sign of wear and tear from owner’s ass grinding into him nearly a dozen times a week. Maybe his skin was weak from the time out in the weather but he couldn’t recall what the weather was like. Any time he spent not being used for his purpose was fuzzy and out of reach. Just dull nearly thoughtless moments of existence as he waited to fulfill his purpose.
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It was no longer cold outside as now owner wore light clothes that let him feel her skin against his. Her booty shorts exposed the upper back part of her legs which grinded and rubbed against his vinyl skin, her moist skin clinging to his as her rear wobbled above him. On top of the already euphoric sensation of owner’s ass massaging his face owner also sweat a lot more due to the heat which soaked and stained his face.
“Detour?” Owner’s voice rang out above him, muffled by her ass pressing into his face. “Looks like there's construction.”
The gentle and flat surface that he was used to traveling on suddenly grew rough and ragged as owner’s ass bounced up and down on his face, slapping her cheeks against his. “Ah~ Thank you owner~ More!” And as if answering his silent plea they hit a large bump in the road as he watched his owner’s butt lift upward from him before abruptly *PLAP* Her ass landed back onto his face with a lewd slap as her sweat covered skin slapped against his vinyl skin. “Yes~! Thank you~!”
“This is the detour!? What the fuck are they doing!?”
“Owner is upset? How is she upset? Am I not being good?” Her ass wobbled and shaked as they continued down the poorly finished road much to his delight. “Fuck~ This feels good~!” And as if answering his prayers once again they hit a large bump which sent owner’s butt flying upward, her skin pulling at his skin as it desperately clung onto him before *PLAP* Her rear pounded down onto his face as she landed back onto her bike. “Oh~! More~! Pound~!” He was unable to form complete coherent thoughts as his mind was flooded with bliss at holding up to owner’s demands.
“My fucking ass! I’m taking another route on the way home!”
They trudged down the rugged path, owner’s doughy rear digging into his face as her short’s were slowly pulled up her crack, exposing more skin which clung to his smooth skin. “Oh~ Yes~!” He was so busy admiring his owner's beautiful wobbling ass that he didn’t see the upcoming bump until it was too late. Her skin schlurped up from his face as she was launched far up into the air before falling back down with another *PLAP* her moist skin slapped against the bike seat, echoing throughout the busy street. “What? Where am I?” Philip struggled to gather himself as his kidnapper's almost bare ass lightly pounded into his face. “Why is it hot!? How long has it been!? Where’s-” Philip felt the skin on his face being pulled as Kelsie’s fat and sweaty ass clung to him as she was launched upwards and into the air before she began her descent back down and into Philip. “- Lisa!?” *PLAP* Kelsies entire weight slammed into Philip, knocking what little sense he had regained out of him as the clap of her cheeks against his face rang in his ears. “Ah~ Owner~! I~!”
The only thing that he could think of was the wall of soft flesh that rippled in front of him as each ass cheek bounced up and down in opposite unison. As one bounced upwards in preparation to fall back down the other had already collided with his face. This is what he was meant to do. This is what he was meant for! He wasn’t meant to suffer in silence as he wasn’t being used. He wasn’t supposed to be in some ‘bed’ with his owner. His purpose was to be a place for owner to rest her glorious and divine rear on while she rode her bike whenever she felt like it. With one final bump in the road her wet skin snapped free from his as she was bounced up into the air. Her ass shaking as the skin rippled back into itself, now free from his face’s clutch. It lingered above him like an angel before it began its descent back to its rightful place. With a final resounding *PLAP* the skin on her butt waved and flapped from it’s collision with his face. The extra mass that spilled over his edge squeezed around his face as her cheeks parted and her covered taint kissed his vinyl face. In that moment Philip no longer thought of himself as Philip, he was nothing but a bike seat and never was anything but a bike seat. It didn’t matter who owned him or what heavenly ass sat upon him just that he served his purpose and that he did it well. His owner’s soft ass pressed into him, setting slightly askew on his face as he didn’t realize the damage done to the bike he was attached to. Why would he? He was being used for his one and only purpose and that felt him with a sense of purpose and euphoria.
“Fuck! That last one hurt!” Kelsie’s anguished cries escaped her mouth as she brought her bike to a stop, jumping off of it to rub her sore and abused bottom. “Man that stings worse than the beatings dad gave me!” She twisted her body and craned her neck to get as good of a look at her rear as she could and was greeted with a glowing bright red ass adorned with her pair of booty shorts which were so far up her ass that they looked like a thong. “Why the fuck did they have that road open? Detour my ass!”
Not wanting to be late for work again she turned to her bike, preparing to just push through the pain and humiliation her ass would cause her and head to work but her bike was just as bad off as her. The wheels and bar that held up the bike seat were bent at awkward angles as a result of the repeated butt slams she unwillingly performed on her bike. But as it was currently there was no way she’d be able to ride that thing back to work.
“Fuck!” She plucked her booty shorts from within her ass and continued to rub her beaten bottom. There was no way around it, even if she could manage to ignore the sting in her rear for long enough, there was just no way her bike could get her to work. She started the arduous trek to her job, pushing her bike at her side as it wobbled and creaked from its bent frame. With how little her job even paid her she knew she had no choice but to walk this thing back home after her shift and try to fix it. “This is going to be a long day!”
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“Robert’s going to absolutely love this!” Lisa quietly exclaimed to herself as she dug through her panty drawer. She had been pretty lonely in college, only ever having short flings throughout her educational years, but shortly after graduating and landing her dream job she had found Robert. She loved using her magical abilities to spoil her boyfriend, even going as far as to enchant some items with minor magical abilities for him to mess around with. But that was all childsplay compared to what she was planning as she recently found out that her boyfriend had a kink for being an inanimate object! Specifically being some girl’s panties while she was unaware of her poor victim!
“Now what would he like to be while I’m at work?” She pulled out various different undergarments she owned, a plain white pair of panties, a black lace thong, a red and purple striped pair of panties- As she pulled out that last one a printed image fell free from the panties and fluttered back into the drawer. “What’s this?” She set the pair of panties back down into the drawer and picked the image up, flipping it towards her to inspect it. It was a picture of her standing and smiling next to some man the same age as her with some text scrawled on it that said ‘Me & Philip on my first day of uni!’ “Who’s Philip?” She stared at the image, trying to remember who this man was but she came up with nothing. Was he a friend she made in her first year? Maybe he was the dean? She shrugged and tucked the image at the bottom of the drawer. Whoever it was she didn’t remember but if she had bothered to save the picture then it probably meant something.
“Ooh! This one is perfect!” Pushing the itch from her mind she picked up a rather small and thin pair of panties that had little bows that would rest at the side of her hips. “He’d love to be these!” She shut the drawer and turned around to her bed where Robert was still sleeping. “Maybe he’d like to wake up as them! Yeah, he’d absolutely love that!”
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“I’m heading to work, are you sure you can handle taking care of Sarah by yourself Chris?” Kelsie shouted from the living room where she was putting on her shoes.
“I think I can handle her.” A tall and skinny guy carrying their daughter walked into the living room and planted a kiss on Kelsie’s head. “Hope you have a good day at work.”
“Thanks sweetie!” She got up and brought Chris in for a hug while she nuzzled her nose with her daughter’s. “Don’t you go and make daddies day harder!” She let go of her embrace on the two of them and headed out the front door where her old bike was waiting for her. To think that it’s been over a year since she married and had a child with the very man that gave her a ride to work after she broke her bike out of the kindness of his heart. Ever since they started dating Kelsie felt a spark of will in her and with Chris’s help she managed to get her life in order. She started applying herself to her job and was now the assistant general manager at her location, she finally cleaned up all that junk that was laying around her place, and the two of them managed to fix her beat up bike!
She rolled her bike out to the street and swung her leg over the leg as- *PLAP* her squishy tush landed on the seat. She hadn’t ridden her bike for a while as being pregnant made it hard to ride and she didn’t leave the house much after Sarah was born. She wanted to ride her bike for her first day back to work though as she had gained a healthy amount of ‘mommy weight’ as her husband so lovingly called it. It’s just unfortunate that most of her ‘mommy weight’ manifested in her lower half, plumping up her already rather large posterior.
“Owner?” The bike seat woke up to the sudden added weight colliding with its face. It smelled like it was their Owner but she felt… heavier? Regardless it wasn’t going to complain if it was Owner or not as they were just happy to finally be used again! It had been a few months since owner last rid them and if it was indeed Owner on them right now it would not be complaining. Her ass felt softer and juicier, the added mass embracing its face as Owner’s ass cradled back and forth from the pedaling. The wait was surely worth it if it got more of this in its future!
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