Battle of the vagina and the pants - and so you shall have sexy thighs.

Unending BE - episode 30710

Rick watched, half-delighted and half-afraid, as vaginal fluids splashed from between his legs. He pulled his hand out of his churned cunt with a slurp and felt the emptiness left by his dripping fingers. He sensed a slight twinge of guilt and loss as his vaginal muscles squeezed inward, requesting further stimulation but receiving none. More juices flowed out of the inconsolable vulva. The bed in turn took the most of the sticky stuff - it didn't absorb quite as much as it pooled though.

The satiated boy (girl?) raised himself from out of his self-created sexual pool. A cool, immaterial breeze washed over him, clearing his head. Rick viewed the libidinous lagoon on the bed. His glistening palm clenched and juices spurt from between his fingers.

"Damn! What the hell am I doing? I just…I just fucked myself like a girl. I am a MAN!"

Tenaciously, Rick bowed and gripped his trousers with both fists. The kakis would cover his wounded pride and hide the shameful pussy that had taken the place of his rightful manhood. As long as this secret remained within the bounds of a comfortable pair of pants, no honor would be lost with the precious sacredness of piers. Rick pulled upwards, and the justice-wielding pants marched up the hairy columns towards the steadfast cunt. It splurted in contempt of the approaching material, dribbling small amounts of sweet-smelling liquid in an attempt to delay the inevitable covering. Taking minor casualties in the form of moist stains, the garment continued upwards. Its quest would not die so easily.

Mere inches from its intended goal, the arduous pants encountered a most incredible opponent. The front line buckled in protest. The flanks fell back in surprise. Even the powerful zipper parted its ways. The march towards redeeming concealment halted with a suddenness that would shame even the most respectable of men's clothing. The blissful vagina curled its lips in a mocking smile, taunting the immobile trousers with a finale spurt of sticky jism. The discouraged pants replied with an angry groan. But still they would go no further, for the thing that blocked them was as unconquerable as a cup of bleach.

"What the hell?"

Above tight fabric of the defeated pants, Rick's thighs spread outwards at an impressive angle. Each smooth side continued majestically upward until it reached just above the victorious vagina, at which point it curved sharply back inward to reveal a very new and very narrow waistline. To assure their claim over their newfound territory, the broad thighs continued around to Rick's behind. The adjoining buttocks seemed equally willing to win the war, because they had swollen to a very formidable size, and a very prominent size.

The pants retreated from the fearsome, womanly hips and crumpled to the floor in failure.

The voice of the insistent observer broke the silence of defeat, "Oh my God! I got a huge ass like a woman!"

(Author's Note: Woo HOO! :P )

1. *Rick fights a growing urge to have another orgasm.
2. *The phone/doorbell rings.
3. *And now for my next trick, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat.