Poll Story: Getting in Her Pants (Absorption)

[Vagina TF, Mental Changes]

Were angels real? Those plumed people who soared the skies and guarded the conscience of the crowds below them, could they really exist? Grand arguments might have been done for the sake of the claim, with people’s entire philosophies founded on the hope that would stabilize their theologies. But for the young Ben, his answer to the query was a simple ‘yes’. Angels were real, he had all the proof he needed right in his classroom.

“Ahem, good morning everyone! The school council has requested I inform you of upcoming changes to the exam schedules…” Monica explained to the class of forty she stood over. Unlike the teachers and staff whose lectures were frequently ignored, everyone was at full attention for every melodic syllable that escaped their classmate’s mouth. In that sense, Ben was no different from the crowds. Indeed, who wouldn’t be madly in love with the freckled ginger with a toned belly, wide hips, and D-cup breasts?

Still, the young accounting major knew his infatuation was different. He did not long only after a pretty face or a set of curves, but for the immaculate soul nestled inside such beauty. Behind Monica’s eyes he could see a serene beauty who could understand and nurture anyone, an old soul who brimmed with intellect and innocence simultaneously. It was this well-guarded treasure which he sought to reach out and cherish, it was the one thing we coveted the most, even more than graduation or a rich career.

Yet, he knew these wild dreams were to remain as such. Monica was truly a saint, one who could get along with anyone and was entrenched in several social groups. In contrast was Ben himself, who would struggle with any conversation more intimate that directly asking questions for an assignment. Though they had only barely talked with one another, Ben resigned himself to admiring his crush from a distance and hope that her life would come to the great successes he imagined for her.

As Monica’s brief announcement came to an end, Ben rose from his seat, heading off for a break while submerged in his heavenly daydreams. So cloudy was his mind that he didn’t even notice himself walking right in the path of someone else. “Ouch! Oh dear, are you alright?” Monica said, rubbing her nose as she looked worryingly at the scrawny boy she bumped into. For his part, he only trembled in disbelief as he was unable to get out any words. “Well, you at least look fine. Im really sorry, I must not have noticed where I was walking!”

“H-H-Hi…” Ben finally stuttered. “T-Thanks for the announcement, I'm really grateful you can help everyone out, a-and well… you're just a really big source of inspiration for me!” The boy said, giving the best attempt to put the jumble of thoughts in his brain into a coherent sentence. The result was something decent enough, yet which he feared would make him seem like a creep. With held breath, he awaited his crush’s response.

“Well, I'm always glad to be helping out, it's nice to hear I do have a positive impact!” Monica smiled sincerely. “Excuse me, but I do have to get going. You’re Ben, right? Here’s hoping we can chat again soon!” The girl left, leaving Ben behind like a vanishing specter. The college boy took a seat to calm his heart. While a wave of euphoria washed over him, that was then replaced by extreme loneliness. “Why can't I be with her? I wish so badly I could get close, closer than anyone else…”

The rest of the day went about as well as Ben could expect, complete with droning lectures and an annoying job. By the time he made it to his apartment, there was no desire in him to clean up or even get something to eat. He crashed into his stuffy sofa, ready to fall asleep and repeat the cycle of his life the next day. Only, it seemed that simple task was unusually difficult today. His mind refused to settle down, hell bent on a certain image playing on loop.

It was of a young girl with bright hair and a supple figure, it was of Monica smiling at him and winking. She was in a bedroom--one as elegant and neat as he imagined her owning—and she lay in bed in complete vulnerability. Suddenly, Monice slipped off her skirt, revealing some dainty panties only covered by her leggings. With a few more tugs, the girl’s bottom half was completely bare for Ben to admire.

The man’s smile had turned into a lecherous smirk. While his attraction was mainly emotional, he also would never deny Monice being an absolute hottie. Just as the vision of the girl reached for her crotch, so too did Ben as he tossed away his pants and dug into his boxers. The stiff rod within hardened completely as Monica parted her tight lips and flicked her fingers as if playing a delicate instrument. She might as well have been, since an angelic tune of moans filled Ben’s ears, each of them sounding eerily lifelike and encouraging him to tug at his manhood harder and harder. Just as he was to reach climax, all the drowsiness once held back came to him at once, plunging him into deep sleep.

Elsewhere, Monica had arrived at her home after yet another grueling night at her job. It was not something she enjoyed, but she couldn’t say no to the money she made. As always, she made sure to thoroughly wash her body before discarding her uniform for something way more proper. Plunging into bed, Monica winced at how sore her hips felt, but she supposed it was par for the course by now. Just as she was to close her eyes and whisk away the memories of her night shift, a bothersome itch struck her crotch.

Gritting her teeth, she snuck a hand between her legs, but no matter how rough she scratched, the irksome feeling wouldn’t go away. It went to the point where she needed to go past her underwear and stimulate her bare skin, after which a few stray pokes to her clitoris revealed it wasn’t a simple scratch that kept the girl awake. Monica looked at her pussy in annoyance, carnal desires being the last thing she would want at the moment. She tossed in bed, focusing on ignoring the feel of her loins, but finding the fire within them to spread madly as if in a dried forest.

Giving up, she plunged into her hole, finding it tighter and wetter than it had been for a long while. As she drilled through her folds ever more enthused, Monica felt a deep swelling inside her utero. Though she remained the same, her nethers were filled by an additional presence suddenly appearing. With a final flick of her clitoris, thick streams of cum gushed out of Monica, who couldn’t even begin her cleanup before fainting.

In contrast to the pleasurable night she enjoyed, Monica woke up to a particularly grumpy morning. After a haphazard attempt at cleaning her blankets, the girl rushed through her morning routine to avoid being late for school. She munched on only a piece of toast and skipped showering, leaving her pussy sullied with its dried slime and covered by a fresh pair of panties. The girl barely managed to catch the morning bus, shuffling in her seat as she prepared for the coming day.

It was during this wait that Ben stirred awake. Instead of his stuffy apartment, he found himself in an even stuffier bundle of cotton, one that squished against his face and forced an acrid sludge deep into his lips. Ben struggled against his bindings, but found himself completely immobile, with only his face being able to be sensed—and most particularly his large, slobbering lips. Ben wanted to scream, but he only ruffled the stray curly hairs atop his head, over and over again as he anguished inside of Monica’s panties.

While the girl slogged through her many classes, she wiggled against her seat and scratched her legs, blushing a deep crimson whenever she was made to rub her thighs together due to a buzz on her lower lips. While there was some displeasure to the sudden new feelings, it was nothing compared to what was going on completely unbeknownst to her. With his polka-dot gag pulled closer against him, Ben gasped in desperation as his new body’s plights took hold of him.

When the drippings of water gathered around the college boy’s face, his first thoughts were those of panic. He imagined that whatever strange prison he must be in, that it was in a place exposed to rain, a treacherous condition which would lead him to a painful drowning without ever knowing who his captor was. Fortunately, the flood turned out to be nowhere near that bad, amounting to a light drizzle that nonetheless soaked his being. Unfortunately, the liquid surrounding him turned out to be much worse than any mere water. A vile swamp was forced into Ben’s world, soaking the rag before him in a way that waterboarded him with the stink of fish. It reminded him of the beach vacations of his youth, where stray waves would know him over and plunge him to the ocean.

While the fetid smothering of sweat was nauseating, it did not prevent Ben from noticing the eerie fact of him being moved across while in captivity. Two giant pillars to his side shuffled around, dragging him along with careless bounces. His attempts at defiant shouting led only to a gross slime slipping out of his mouth, which felt increasingly looser and more split up as Ben focused on it.

Apart from the movement, Ben was tipped off by the mumbles of several voices around him, further wracking his mind as to what he had been dragged into. Confusingly, these sounds were of the familiar chatters of schoolgirls and drones of teachers he had gotten used to at college. Perhaps it was his mind slipping, but he could even make out the hymns of Monica’s voice. Thinking about the beauty, Ben was fueled by a renewed fighting spirit, struggling in his prison and calling out in hopes that he would find his lover and be free.

His hopes were somewhat met, though in a way Ben would never imagine. His bindings slipped off, gifting him with the first gasps of air in hours. Though somewhat dank and dirty, it was pure bliss compared to the claustrophobic hell Ben feared he would stay in forever. The sudden light entering his world had blinded the man, making him focus solely on the relief of the air and how it brushed against his body—emphasizing how truly foreign his stubbled face and flappy mouth were.

Once sight returned to Ben, the biggest shock in a long series of them struck him. Standing tall above the boy’s meek stature was the looming figure of his crush, who ignored all his calls and had a visage of boredom. Though the indifference struck at Ben’s heart, it was a completely normal emotion for Monica, who was squatting in the toilet ready to pee.

Ben’s lips became wet. Not with the foul slime he was now used to, but with something unimaginably more disgusting. Pure acid was forced through his mouth, the taste somewhat like rancid beer and its color similar, too. A single stream poured from his sensitive lips, seeming to last for hours until it weakened into a dribble of drops and then stopped. Even after the ordeal was done, Ben was still haunted by the pungent aftertaste and a strong aroma of urine.

Looking beneath him, he noticed the pillars that had shuffled him around being smooth and flesh-colored, around them was a crumpled skirt of gigantic proportions. Looking further below, the sight Ben could barely capture chilled whatever still constituted as his blood. Meekly reflected on the surface was the image of a dainty womanhood. Suddenly, every oddity of the morning made perfect sense. The cotton gag of panties, the shuffling legs, Monica ignoring him. He had indeed gotten his wish of becoming closer to the girl, and what better way to do that than to become her pussy?

After the first pangs of shock dissipated, Ben surprised even himself once a warm buzz enveloped his flappy body. For the moment, it was tough for him to think deeply about the implications of such a transformation--about how it would affect his future and how it was even possible—so for now, the only thing that mattered to the horny college boy was being stuck to the girl of his dreams in the lewdest and most intimate way.

“Oh, jeez, n-now?” Monica sighed, taken aback by the sudden rise of her libido. “Well, I suppose a quick one wouldn’t hurt.” She wiped her pussy clean from any urine, twiddling her fingers as she prepared to dive the index inside. While the feeling was a familiar one to the girl, each experience brought brand-new heights of pleasure to her sentient vagina. Being filled brought a sense of nourishment and satisfaction enough to quell him forever, and the slightest stroke of his clitoris was already better than any masturbation he had once performed. As Monica stifled her moaning inside the school bathrooms, her pussy freely howled in ecstasy every second he could.

While the rest of classes were comparatively dull afterwards, Ben minded not one bit. Now knowing where he was and what he could experience, the immobile prison of panties seemed much more bearable. He even found himself tolerating the continuing downpour of sweat, knowing it would all be worth it once Monica got some time for herself. He couldn’t wait to be played with again, he even wondered if the girl had some sex toys. The pussy quickly brushed the thought away, his owner was a very innocent girl, he was lucky to find she even masturbated in the first place.

Though her pussy itched with excitement for the future, Monica held nothing but contempt for what the coming night would hold. Her heartbeat spiked as her final class’ bell rang, and all through the bus ride home she took deep breaths to prepare her body.

Once at her crummy apartment, Monica faced a mirror and stripped naked. Ben soaked in his crush’s bare beauty for the few seconds available before he was blinded by clothes. This time, however, it was different from the dotted underwear he had come to know well. These new restraints were somewhat see-through, with the unmistakable smell of nylon covering them. Ben was blinded even further by more clothes, yet he could still peek beneath them. This was not like the knee-length skirts that Monica made look elegant rather than frumpy, instead, Ben would be surprised if this one could cover its owner's butt. A parent-like worry grew inside the pussy, just what was his darling owner getting into?

Once her pantyhose and mini-skirt combo were fitted, Monica closed her eyes to avoid looking at herself during the next steps. A lacy purple bra hooked on her back; its cups padded with foam to give her breasts the appearance of E-cups. Though the pair was already big, it wasn't quite enough for her night job. Around the boosted boobs came a simple shirt, one that clung together by a single button while exposing her entire midriff and cleavage–a shameless mockery of the humble shirts she wore as uniforms.

Though she dreaded it, Monica needed to open her eyes for the final and most humiliating step of her dress up. A dozen different types of makeup containers littered a hidden cabinet, each one handed meticulously to cover each inch of Monica’s face with makeup. Lipstick, foundation, mascara, glittery contact lenses, fake eyelashes, hair extensions… By the end, the college sweetheart had made a total bimbo of herself

With the final touches of wrapping a scrunchie on her waist and sucking on a lollipop, Monica skipped to her front door, leaving Ben in panic over why his crush was scented in such pungent perfume or why she had such trashy heels–and most importantly–why she didn't wear any panties?!

Looking at phone messages, Monica resisted the urge to hurl. She thought about responding in crass insults, about running away and ripping off her slutty outfit, but in the end, the money she made from this gig was too good to pass up. Taking a deep breath, she got into character and stepped off the apartment complex.

“Hiya, daddy!” Monica winked and flashed a peace sign. A luxury sports car was parked on the street. In it, a portly man ogled the woman’s cleavage and smiled. “You came early today, that's super cool! So, like, are we gonna have more fun today or whatever?”

Ben squirmed between his owner’s fat thighs. The voice blaring above was sickly sweet and idiotic, but unmistakably the tone of his beloved. He called out for Monica, but was responded to only by being squashed once she settled in the stuffy seat of her client’s car.

Once again crammed into oblivion, Ben no longer felt the cloudy haven of Monica’s ride back home from school, or even that stuffy prison from the morning ride. This was much worse than the latter, a pit of despair which he sunk into without any of his prior relief but instead a myriad of fears. He worried about Monica, about that innocent angel who so kindly spoke to everyone and whose smile melted all hearts. Ben could hardly think of her speaking in such a brash, idiotic tone, not to mention her dressing so indecently. Before he could trick his mind into some explanation for his crush’s antics, the familiar deluge of sweat took hold over him.

“So, since you picked me up super early, I kinda expect some extra pay and junk, okay?” Monica suckled on her lollie, getting eerily into character. “Like, are we gonna go to a restaurant or whatever? Oh, straight to your house? Err, okay… Hey, keep your hands on the wheel!” The balding man slipped a hand up Monica’s thigh, relishing in its supple fat as he crept up her leg, his grubby fingers getting ever close to her pussy. Ben screeched in terror as he saw the fat digits looming ahead, shivering in disgust the few times they brushed over him. He pleaded to whoever would listen for any answers, and while he would get them in time, they would bring anything but relief.

“Oh, gawsh, your house is so cool daddy! Eek, wait!” Monica was pulled by the hair, immediately brought to her knees before her daddy’s bulging crotch. “Be quiet, slut, I had a long day at work and am in no mood for any games. Now then, suck.”

Monica sighed. No matter how stinky her daddy’s cock was, she knew this was her job, and there was nothing that would change that now. She took in the man’s length, getting it halfway down in a single gulp. Another gulp and Monica was now nuzzled against her daddy’s pubes, sliding his meat over her throat without gagging a single time. Truly, she was a professional.

“Yes, deeper! Ahh, you college kids make the most perfect sluts! So ridden in debt, all of you, nothing is off limits for a quick buck, huh? My advice is to quit school altogether and be a full-time whore! Why don't you rub yourself down there, slut?” Both Monica and her pussy teared up at the man’s mockery–though only one made actual tears. While the college hooker had embraced her status and sucked up the insults much like she would the coming barrage of semen, her pussy simply couldn't cope.

Though Ben had no heart of his own, he still felt a crushing misery deep down in his very soul. Even as the sounds of slobbering rang above him, Ben could not accept that this was the same woman he would give his life for. To think that the fair, sweet Monica would willingly give herself over to utter scum every night, that she would offer her not-at-all-virgin holes for some quick cash. He tried everything to convince himself that she must be under duress, but as the slender fingers rubbed him through pantyhose, the truth was undeniable. The divine beauty of his crush hid beneath nothing but a cheap whore.

“Alright, that’s enough of your mouth!” The man carelessly tossed Monica, lifting her up to bend over a table. “Ahh, I've been dreaming of this ass all day! I see you're smart and wore no panties, unfortunately, I’ll still have to discard these clothes.” Like a starving boar, the man’s paws dug over Ben’s nylon shield. It was torn apart effortlessly, letting the pussy see the disgusting man licking his lips before he planted a deep kiss on him. The smell of bad breath and bourbon infested each of his slimy folds, yet Ben would be left begging for more kisses after what he saw next: an enormous cock pointed straight at him and twitching with desire.

“Kyah!” Monica squealed, taking in some cock for the hundredth time in her young life. Unlike her usual plights of displeasure, the coming moans rang with the distinct tone of maddening lust. Her pussy was so wet that it took in the cock without resistance, letting it slide out of her and pound harshly without a moment of rest, each slick membrane of her fleshy walls burning ablaze with ecstasy, squirming madly in a wild hunger for more cock.

Becoming more and more in tune to his owner, Monica’s pussy also struggled amidst his own lust. Ben had been horrified when seeing the stiff shaft ready to tear apart his small, sensitive body, yet his mind was too busy to form any sort of terror, instead only blanking out as his lips were spread wide and throat stuffed beyond its limits. Even after consciousness returned to the cunt, he was greeted by a ruthless assault as his innards were run through a hundred times—the motions similar to a rag wiping a surface spackling clean.

“Yes, harder! Give me more, daddy, I'm so close to cumming!” Monica yelled. This was no longer an act, after a dozen times of shameful, degrading sex acts, her composure had finally broken in to not only resign herself into being a slut, but also cherish such a simple, hedonistic life. Monica would never know what caused this sudden crumbling of her dignity, but she also didn’t care about finding out. Above her image, studies, and future career, all she now cared about was getting railed from behind.

Monica’s daddy grunted, stuffing her womb with a whole liter of his semen. The slime poured into Ben, sizzling away at his mind that had previously been tenderized by cock pounding. Drowned by jizz, the shivering pussy found it ever more difficult to concern itself with any matters outside of achieving such an immense pleasure over and over in the future.

Whatever didn’t get it more cock was simply useless, whether that be those faint memories of a family and career, or even its keen ability to think. All that and more was scrubbed clean of its mind, especially those bizarre notions of a want for escape. The pussy questioned itself, why would it ever want anything else than this perfect existence? These pointless queries continued until it was incapable of thought any deeper than a primal desire to be stuffed by something long, hard, and smelly.

“Good to see you so peppy, whore!” The man patted his woman’s head. “I forgot to mention, but I've got a house party going on soon, and I promised my guests there would be some premium entertainment, so… Oh, look at that, they're here!” Suddenly, a dozen men appeared before Monica, all of them tall, muscular, and with tight clothes that showed off their impressive bulges. At what would have been a horrific sight before, the now-college dropout gasped in delight, stretching her legs and motioning fellatio with her hands.

Similarly, her pussy cooed in awe at the sight of such quality breeding mates, twitching and slobbering even further as they all undid their pants.