vore-writer:It had been three days since it happened, and you still couldn’t quite believe i

vore-writer: It had been three days since it happened, and you still couldn’t quite believe it. Three days since your little brother had come to visit and made the strangest request for his 18th birthday present. “You want what?” you asked after choking on your beer. “I want to be your ass,” he said calmly, sat there with his soda in his usual geeky attire.  “I want to feel what it’s like to be under and behind someone all day, to stretch out their pants, to be… fucked…” he glanced nervously at your husband as he added that part. “But you’ll be giving up your life to be ass fat!” you protested. He just shrugged, clearly he’d thought this through.  “Only if I stay past a week.  And I trust you not to keep me if I don’t like it.” Chugging the rest of your beer, you stared at him, knowing he was totally serious.  He never did anything rashly.  “I can’t… I’m sorry, you’re my little brother!” He opened his mouth to argue, but your husband stood up and started unbuckling his belt.  “I’ll do it.  Always wanted some more junk in my trunk, and you’ll get to see plenty of your brother this way too.” And that was that.  After a brief discussion of logistics, you watched your husband sit on your brother’s face and play with himself while the kid slowly merged, melted and flowed up into him.  When he stood up, his ass was huge, and between his cheeks now nestled your brother’s lips where an arsehole used to be. But now, three days later you had barely spoken to either of them about it.  You’d watched your husband go about his life as if nothing had happened, though you winced when you heard him using the toilet.  You wanted to fuck him so badly, his ass was amasing… but it wasn’t just his ass anymore, it was your brother. “Morning sweety,” your husband smiled as you came into the kitchen, “Hope you’re hungry, I’m making my three bean burritos.” You winced.  “Won’t those make you really gassy?” “That’s the plan!” He laughed, and you saw his butt flex and wobble of its own accord.  This didn’t help the rock hard morning wood in your own pants. “Sorry hun, but I gotta check something…” Kneeling behind him, huge butt in your face, you reach around to unbutton his jeans and pull them, then his underwear down.  He looks back, but continues cooking and leaving you to it as you part his beefy cheeks.  “Err Hey Bro…” “Hi, are you ok?” He asked.  It was so strange to see a talking arsehole. “Yeah I… Are you planning to, you know… Turn back?” You ask. “Nope. We were talking last night, and think this is the best place for me.  Sorry I didn’t tell you, but before I came I got a letter… Didn’t get into any good colleges. So… Here I am.  I know you’ll both take good care of me.” “But you know that I’m the top, right?” you asked uncomfortably.  “I normally fuck most nights, which means I’d be fucking you, my lil bro!” “I guess it’ll take getting used to… But go for it big guy.  I knew what I was getting into when I asked.” Staring at those lips in disbelief, your hands still holding your husband’s… no, your brother’s cheeks.  His ass was your brother now, this was now what your brother looked like. Standing up, your husband moves the food aside and leans over the counter, clearly knowing what is coming as you pull out your sizable cock and line it up with lil bro’s lips. “Welcome home Bro,” you smiled, before pushing in. -- source link

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