Stuff Me, Fill Me

It all started when I got home from work one evening and found my wife in our bedroom. She was lying naked on her back on our bed with her legs spread wide open, alternately slamming two dildos in and out of her pussy and ass. Her moans were loud and full of passion like I had never heard them before and she was so entirely into her masturbation that she didn't notice me come in.

As a nymphomaniac, she masturbated daily because I had trouble keeping up with her libido. When we were young and first married, we would fuck at least once or twice every day and it still didn't keep her fully satisfied. Our lovemaking was never very passionate, instead it was raw, hard fucking -- and we both loved it that way.

However, as the years went by, my ability to keep up with her diminished. Now in our late thirties, we had sex only a couple of times a week which was the most I was able to get hard. Her libido, however, never changed and so in one of the many discussions we had had about the topic, I told her I had absolutely no problem with her masturbating as much as she wanted or needed to.

Normally, the sight of her abusing her holes would have been incredibly hot. This time was different, though. She was lying on her back with her ass and pussy on the edge of the bed so that her phone, which she had set up on a tripod, could capture everything she was doing on video. Behind the phone were two soft box lights that were illuminating her while the rest of the bedroom was shrouded in darkness. I had just walked in on my wife making an amateur porn video.

The situation was both shocking and yet not entirely unexpected. In order to satisfy her extremely high libido, she had suggested opening our marriage so that she could sleep with other men with my knowledge and consent. I was opposed to the idea as the thought of her with other men brought out raw feelings of jealousy that I didn't know even existed. I knew it was selfish, but I just couldn't stand the thought of it. My largest concern was, of course, that she would fall in love with one of her lovers and leave me for him.

A few weeks after that conversation, she brought up the possibility of going into some sort of part-time sex work such as porn or becoming an escort as an alternative to opening our marriage. Her argument was that it would be in controlled environments where there would be no risk of her falling in love and running off with another man. I was still adamantly against the idea though as I still couldn't bear the thought of other men fucking her. If she did porn, there was also the fact that thousands or maybe millions of people would masturbate to her fucking men other than me. The idea spoke to the exhibitionist in her and turned her on like nothing I'd ever seen before, but it didn’t sit right with me.

Despite my objections, she continued to insist that she desperately needed a new outlet for her sex drive. I understood her need and that masturbating just wasn't enough for her, but I couldn't help my feelings no matter how selfish it was of me. We were in a bit of rock and a hard place with the subject and the tension between us had been growing. So needless to say, catching her on our bed, legs spread, double penetrating herself on camera brought up some very raw emotions.

I just stood there in silence, watching her and listening to both her moaning as well as the squishy, wet sounds caused by the dildos pistoning in and out of her wet holes. It was obvious that she was massively turned on by recording herself. This went on for several minutes until she shoved both dildos in to their hilt, tensed her entire body and started shaking violently. She screamed her pleasure for several seconds before the tension in her body dissipated and she relaxed into the bed, the dildos still in place. She lay there for a while with her eyes closed as she caught her breath and enjoyed the after-effects of her intense orgasm. I had a feeling she was gathering strength to go again. That was when I spoke.

"That was quite a show, honey," I said with little enthusiasm.

She slowly turned her head to face me, then opened her eyes dreamily. "Oh, hey. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Apparently, she didn't get my sarcasm. She smiled while looking directly at me and started idly rubbing her clit with her right hand. "And I hope lots of other men will too once I've posted the video online."

"Other men?!? I thought we talked about..."

"Yes, we did, honey," she interrupted me. "But I need to do something that helps my urges and since you always have a problem with my ideas, I decided to finally just do what I've always wanted to do: make porn."

"Porn? Really?"

"You know I've always been an exhibitionist. Why do you think I always wear the smallest bikini I can legally get away with at the beach, then we have hot sex when we get home?" She moaned slightly as her rubbing became more intense. "I can't think of anything hotter than fucking myself or other men I don’t know in front of strangers for the whole world to see."

Her left hand started massaging her left boob and her hips bucked upwards as she got more into her fantasy. This was obviously turning her on fiercely, although I suspected that the dildos still embedded in her body were also helping.

She then brought her right hand up to play with her neglected boob. She had a small, perky pair of B-cups that she had always said were too small for her frame. I thought they were just right, but she had always been more insecure about them than any other part of her body, even if she still turned heads.

"My little titties are too small for porn though," she stated as she continued playing with them. "So, I'm getting a boob job. I was thinking about going for something ridiculous like an O-cup. You know, tits-on-a-stick. I've always wanted huge, porn star tits." She bucked her hips again at the thought of it.

I couldn't even imagine such enormous boobs on her. She was 5'4" tall and skinny from all the working out she did. Such enormous boobs would take up her whole chest and be wider than she was, not to mention stick out from her further than she her body was deep!

I was getting increasingly desperate. "Your boobs are perfect for your body! I love them the way they are! Please, don't do this!"

"Honey, you aren't willing to let me do anything to help myself and, unless you want me to start finding other men to sleep with behind your back, this is my compromise! I can't stay horny all the time like this anymore!"

"But thousands of men will see you! That's like sleeping with them! Plus, I don't want anything to do with fake silicone boobs!"

"Well, then it's a good thing I'm not going to get silicone boobs." She stopped playing with herself and sat up on the edge of the bed, moaning as her weight pushed the dildos a little deeper into her. "I want porn star tits that are made up of natural material."

I sighed in resignation. She had obviously already made up her mind about everything, but maybe I could still convince her to at least get more normal-sized boobs instead of tits bigger than her head.

Still, I didn't want to fully capitulate yet. "Honey, listen," I said in a softer voice as I approached her from the side since the camera was still set up directly in front of her. "I just can't stand the thought of you being naked on camera for every man in the world to see and masturbate to. And what are you going to do when you get bored of playing with yourself for them? Are you going to go to a porn studio and get fucked by other men anyway? On camera for all the world to see?" My head was spinning. "And deforming your beautiful body with huge fake boobs is just crazy!"

"It's my body and I've already made my decision."

"But I..."

"No, I knew you'd have a problem with it just like with everything else I've ever suggested! Lucky for me though, I have a solution handy!"

With that, she reached over and grabbed my hands. Cupping her boobs with them, she used my hands to knead them while she muttered something unintelligible. Suddenly, I felt my hands get very hot while something like electricity flowed up my arms causing the hairs to stand on end.

She started moaning and let go of my hands to play with her clit. "Take a good feel because it's the last time you're ever going to feel them with your hands!"

I tried to pull away, but try as hard as I might, my hands were stuck to her chest. The more desperately I pulled, the harder she rubbed herself and the louder her moaning became. I watched her eyes grow wide, then I felt my hands go numb. I looked down to notice that they were no longer there. My arms just ended straight into her chest.

Panicked, I started pulling as hard as I could, but whatever had coursed through my body had left me so weak that I couldn't even pull hard enough to make my wife lean forward. As I watched, my arms slowly started sinking into her chest. At the same time, I could see her boobs growing out to meet me.

As my wife watched me slowly melt into her chest, she rubbed her clit even harder. "This is soooo good," she moaned breathily. "I can feel you pulling into me, filling up my chest. I can feel the skin stretching and they're already getting so big and heavy!"

She stopped rubbing her clit and started playing with the growing mass of skin that was consuming my arms. At this point, my arms were lost half way up my biceps. My face was rapidly approaching her chest and as it did, there was the strangest sensation. It began in my nose and spread rapidly across my face and around my head. There was a ripping sensation as my head began to split in two. It wasn't bloody and didn't hurt, but I could feel each half being sucked into each of my wife's boobs. At the same time, the tingling feeling went straight down my spine as I felt my neck, then my torso begin to split apart in the same manner.

Despite my predicament, I was extremely turned on and rock-hard. I could feel my painfully erect penis and ballsack split in two with each testicle swinging in a different direction like a pendulum. I nearly came from the feeling. At that point, I was nothing more than two strips of my former self sticking out of my wife's growing chest.

The two halves of my face began to sink into her flesh at about the same time as my shoulders and, once my head had been fully absorbed, it felt like I was stuck head-first in a box. I could no longer see anything, but I could still feel the rest of my body outside of my wife. The strangest sensation though was that I could feel the two disconnected parts of my body as though I was still whole.

Unrelentingly, my wife’s chest continued to absorb me. It felt like an eternity before I felt the tips of my toes sink into my wife, but it had probably only been a few minutes. Inside her chest, whatever was left of my body felt like it was being crushed on all sides. I couldn't move as I was no longer autonomous, but even if I could have, I was squeezed in there so tightly that I wouldn't have had the room.

Suddenly, an overwhelmingly massive flood of arousal hit me. I was turned on before, but this was nothing like I had ever experienced in my life and if I could have moaned, I would have. A vibration shot through me and I recognized it as my wife moaning. Strangely enough, I could still hear. I didn't understand how that was possible, but then again, I didn't understand anything of what had just transpired.

I could feel parts of me squeezed, poked and prodded from the outside as my wife felt up her new rack that I had apparently become. "They're soooo sensitive," she cooed and moaned as she felt herself up. "They're so huge too! I never even dreamed of having boobs this big!"

Just then, she tweaked her nipples which immediately triggered one of the largest orgasms she had ever experienced. She fell backwards onto the bed and twitched as she came. I felt each and every twitch while being so powerfully turned on that I couldn't think of anything except sweet release. Unfortunately, that wasn't to be.

Once she had recovered, my wife sat up and looked down at herself. "All I can see when I look down is my boobs. I can't even see my lap or knees anymore! And they're so taut and hard I could bounce a coin off them!" she joyously exclaimed. "You must really be stuffed in there!"

Somehow, I could still hear her clearly despite the vibrations her speaking sent through me.

"Maybe I should have gone with P or Q-cups to give you a little bit more room," she said as she tried to squeeze as much of her massive tits as possible. "The witch said O-cups were the smallest that would fit a person your size and she wasn't joking. Judging by how insanely hard these are, I'm guessing you're pretty crushed in there."

The witch? What? I would have screamed if I could have, but I no longer had a mouth to do so.

"You're probably wondering what the hell just happened, so let me explain." She took a deep breath. "Let me just take these dildos out first though."

My wife lay back on the bed again and slid the dildos out of her holes. She felt empty afterwards, but after that last orgasm, they were starting to get uncomfortable. There was no way for her to see what she was doing as she could only see a wall of boob flesh that threatened to smother her face while she was on her back. In fact, they were so big that she had to reach around them and somewhat squeeze them together with the insides of her elbows to even reach the dildos.

Once they were out, she dropped them on the floor, then sat up again. The massive weight on her chest was foreign and would take some serious getting used to as she nearly fell forward off the bed. After she had regained her balance, she continued.

"I made up my mind a long time ago that I wanted to do porn and for the past few months, I've been recording and posting videos of me fucking myself with my dildos while you were at work. I now have almost 300,000 followers and have started earning some real money with it too!" She looked at her phone that was still recording everything. "I knew you wouldn't like it, but I have my needs and I couldn't stand being so horny all the time anymore. I didn't want to cheat on you, but I also knew you wouldn't approve of me doing porn since we'd already talked about it."

Wait, she's been making porn this whole time? I thought. The feeling of betrayal was overwhelming and I probably would have started to choke up if I had still had eyes.

My wife sighed, looked down at her new porn star tits, and hefted them with her hands.

"So, I searched the internet for ideas on how to convince you, or at the very least, how to keep it a secret from you. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep it from you for long though which is why I needed to find a way to make you accept it. I posted on several forums online and most of the answers were nasty ones calling me a whore or a bitch for doing that to you." She let go of her boobs which caused the skin on top of them to stretch and distort into what looked like little valleys as it struggled to hold the foreign weight.

"I was getting really desperate, so when I got an answer from a woman claiming to be a witch who said she could help, I decided to see what she had to say. We chatted for a long time and I told her about wanting a boob job and your feelings about it and so she suggested she could fix both problems at once."

By this point, I had a fairly good idea of where this was going.

"She taught me a spell that would do exactly what you just experienced: suck you into me and use your mass to create my new boobs. I have to admit that I didn't really know that O-cups would be so fucking huge that they rest on my lap when I sit up, but at least they're going to make my new porn career more successful!" She smiled to herself and started to feel up her new tits again.

"So, to set the trap for you, I decided to record my daily porn a little later than usual so that you would catch me," she continued. "And, well, you know what happened from there."

I hadn't thought that the feeling of betrayal could get any stronger, but after her admission that she had conspired with a witch to turn me into her new porn star rack, it became nearly unbearable.

"There is some good news though!" she said. "First of all, you'll always be with me now and as my new boobs, you'll be a big part of the show! Secondly, no matter what I do, it will never be behind your back again!" She chuckled. "Also, the witch told me a couple of things about your new condition."

I wasn't sure I wanted to know, but I didn't have a choice either.

"She said you'd be able to hear me without a problem which I hope is true because otherwise I'm just sitting here talking to my boobs which feels kind of stupid. I can't hear you or read your thoughts or anything like that, so I'm just going to have to trust her on that one. She also said you would be aroused whenever I am, but that you'll never be able to cum."

That's it, I'm in hell! I thought. With how insanely horny I had gotten while my wife played with her new nipples, I couldn't even imagine never being able to cum again.

As if to prove a point, my wife began playing with the boobs I had become again. She rubbed them all over, hefted their weight, traced the now prominent veins with her fingernails, and finally got to rubbing her nipples. Arousal shot through me instantly and it felt so good that it was overpowering. Suddenly, any feeling of resentment was gone. All that my world consisted of was orgasmic pleasure.

"The witch also said my new boobs would be more sensitive, but I never imagined them to be this sensitive. I can cum by just pinching my nipples like this!"

She pinched her nipples hard and instantly came. I was along for the ride, but unlike her, never attained the sweet release I craved. Instead, I just felt the arousal ebb away slowly and unsatisfactorily like a ruined orgasm which just left me wanting and desperate. I couldn't even begin to imagine how I was going to exist like this and not go insane.

"By now, you're probably wondering if this is reversible," my wife said coyly once she had recovered from her orgasm. "To be honest, I don't know. I didn't bother asking because I was so upset with you. But since I love my new tits so much I don't think I'm ever going to ask her. At least not for a long, long time."

She sat up, gave her phone a seductive glance, then reached over and stopped the recording. "Obviously, I'm not going to be able to post all of that. No one would believe it anyway. But, I am going to post the first part right up until I told you about getting fake boobs. I'll use that as a cliffhanger for my fans." She smiled to herself and held her new giant tits with her hands. "I think we're going to make it big, honey."

I groaned inside. Being given so much sexual pleasure without the release of an orgasm was already affecting my mind. I had only been her boobs for a few minutes and I was already permanently horny.

My wife stood up from the bed and nearly toppled over forwards. She was going to have to get used to the new weight on her chest. I could imagine having a full grown adult in your chest would cause a significant change in weight distribution. Every step she took caused me to bounce up and down and swing side to side with the two parts of me occasionally knocking into each other. If had still had a stomach, I probably would have felt nauseous. Instead, I just felt the jerky movements and wondered how her poor, tightly stretched skin was not torn apart by my weight. It must have been the magic that made her skin supple enough to avoid stretch marks and tears from the rapid growth and swinging weight.

Every movement shot an electrifying feeling through me which made me mentally moan. At this point, the panic about the fact that I had been sucked into my wife and transformed into her boobs had largely subsided and in its place was a sole focus on surviving the permanent arousal. What was it going to do to me psychologically? Would I lose my mind? Already, my life had been reduced to nothing more than the never-ending pleasure I was feeling and it couldn't have been more than ten minutes since I'd been transformed. How was I going to mentally survive that?

I panicked now, not because of what I had become but because of what I was afraid of it was going to do to me.

Epilogue

Over the next few months, several developments changed the course of our lives. Being nothing more than two huge sacks of horny tit flesh, I had been reduced to just a passenger in my wife's new, sex-fueled life.

In fact, there were long stretches of time where it felt like my wife had entirely forgotten about me. She usually only talked to me once the camera was off after filming her most recent porn video and even then, it was usually only to tell me how happy she was with how I had turned out and how much more confident she was with her body now that the two orbs I had become took up her entire chest and advertised her promiscuity to anyone who saw her. Most people just saw boobs on legs and had a tough time realizing they were attached to a full woman. However, she was perfectly content with that.

She used every opportunity to show me off. Every one of her outfits included a vast display of veiny cleavage often exposing plenty of side or under boob as well as a deep valley of top cleavage. Her favorite tops had become halter tops that basically didn’t cover any of her boobs except for a strip of cloth running over each nipple and areola from the bottom of the halter top up and around her neck. They also left bare the last couple of inches of flat stomach that lived in the shadow beneath her rack and was the only part of her torso left that wasn’t consumed by her boobs.

My wife loved it when men drooled over her and women labeled her a slut. The latter never offended her because she considered herself a slut and was proud of it.

Only about a week after my transformation, she dressed in the tightest, skimpiest dress she could manage to squeeze herself into and went out to a local club. That was the first time she brought a man back home with her that I was aware of and it wouldn’t be the last.

In fact, she seemed to fuck a different young stud every couple of days, even filming it for her fanbase if the man was willing. At first, this was extremely difficult for me. I felt deeply betrayed, angry and hurt, but the more she fucked, the more my own horniness continued to grow and the more I started to even look forward to it.

Her first gangbang is what finally broke me though. At that point, I was intimately familiar with her arousal, but this was nothing like I had felt before. She got fucked in all of her holes at the same time for hours on end and I lost track of how many orgasms she had. I had never felt her so insanely aroused. By the time it was over, I was unable to count or even form a coherent thought. My mind had snapped like a twig.

The combination of being deprived of normal human interaction, even if one-sided, and the pressure from the permanent, continuously growing arousal without release was simply too much to take. It finally turned my mind into a mushy mess. When my wife wasn't masturbating or getting fucked, my mind was lost in a thick fog of horniess. If I had still had a mouth, I would probably have been drooling constantly as though I had been lobotomized by horniness.

It was only either when my wife talked to me or when she was getting reamed that my mind seemed to reactivate. I was mostly able to follow what she told me when she did talk to me, but I had to really focus to hear through the haze. It was a little bit like being sunk at the bottom of a lake of arousal and trying to listen to someone talking to you through the water. Otherwise, when she was getting fucked, I had some idea of what was happening and how many men or even women she was with, but I was primarily just able to focus on the intense spikes of pleasure.

For the most part, my wife had stopped talking to me. She seemed to have mostly forgotten that I was now her most defining feature. However, when we were home alone, she did occasionally fill me in with the details of her rapidly progressing career in porn. There was a glee to her vengeful voice that would have made me shutter had I been in another position. I had already had some vague notion that she had been filming a lot more at home based on how often she masturbated, but she confirmed that she filmed new masturbation porn at least two or three times a day. Her fanbase had grown rapidly since her "boob job" and she was now able to live entirely off of her earnings from it.

Aside from that, she had already started in professional porn. Even though I hadn't known it at the time, the gangbang that broke my mind was her first real porn video filmed in a studio. With her enormous rack and willingness to do just about anything, she became an instant hit and the big studios were already competing to get her to star for them. She once mentioned that she was going to specialize in her favorite types of sex: double penetration and gangbangs. Of course, the huge mounds stretching out her chest meant that she had no choice but to specialize in big tit porn as well.

In my state of mind, I was unable to keep track of time, but one day, my wife informed me that it had been exactly a year since she had transformed me into her best money-making feature. While lovingly tracing her fingers along the visibly stretched veins spread across my large, taught forms, she informed me that she had no intention whatsoever of ever turning me back and had irretrievably deleted all of the contact information for the witch that had given her the spell to change me.

I should have been shocked and desperate, but instead the permanent horniness without release had taken its toll on me and all I cared about at that point was getting even more pleasure in a futile attempt to reach an elusive climax that would never come. Nothing else mattered to me anymore.