but with how gigantic you’ve gotten, they dont have the goods to match up to your hyper hips. thats when you, being the buttslut genius you are, begin giving them stickers for each handjob they allow you to give them. youll be both be satisfied before you know it!

after a while, as your ass grows beyond any possible human proportions, all you can think about is how much you want your partner to grasp them and grind those hands of theirs into the fat. you want them to fuck and thrust their cock into your impossible glutes.

its not that noticeable at first, but with each additional shimmering star after about 5 or 6 being stickied, you cannot ignore how big that butt of yours is getting. you begin to look forward to it more and more, as each star getting posted feels so good as weight keeps filling into those hips.

that being said, more often than not, i like the latter more. i think i’d be happier if I was my partner’s dildo that he loves and uses more For Some Reason.

very much a “be my idealized self in an ideal world” vs. “i live only for my master to wear me with confidence”

you could become somebody who’s able to lay back and relax more often. or on a more extreme end, you can become Not A Person, be an object that solely fulfills a purpose and you are simply ok with your happiness coming from that.

the owner doesn’t clearly remember how he got the table, nor does he really notice how sexualized the pieces are. regardless, those pieces will shortly lose themselves to their purpose. all they want now is just to played with, forever.

after a few intense and very drawn out matches, you and your friend decide to check out all the games that are now free of those jerks from before, now left by themselves at the table that…must’ve been here before right? yes of course! it’s always been here!

and with each hit of the ball, the force rippling through them feels as if they were flesh again. it feels Too Good to feel the impact on their thick ass and fat thighs.

but, as you drop your to-scale soccer ball into the slot on the side and begin rotating and spinning in your competitive games, their will begins to crack away. the more they spin, the more you both push and pull the rods, a bit more of their former selves erodes.

something you both don’t account for however is that each former human male you’re using for your amusing table game still has a mind of their own. at first, their thoughts are filled with protest and frustration as they are still trapped in that moment before sexual oblivion.