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Edited 8/8/23, As usual, the picture was made using novel ai, I only did the writing. This is Lily's second story and her first absorption story. This story was written from her POV and in first person, this was done for the latter half of the story and for something I'll mention in minute. Either way you have to read part one before this to get a full understanding of what goes on in this specific story as the events in this one are a direct consequence of the first part. As far as the other info, there will be a third part to this story though not in the general sense, I'm writing it in a similar fashion as I did The New Master as I thought it could be interesting to do a TG story involving the consequences of the first part but with TG instead of an absorption. The watcher who this is for okayed it and all bets are off, so yeah an alternate version is the next post. As far as that post, the rules for it are the same as the last time I did it, Lily will POV of the story though I haven't decided if she'll actively participate in the character's transformation though I might based on a separate comment from Special Gems: Rose Quartz. Final/notes, I hope you'll enjoyed this post like the others and I hope you'll have a good week. Until next time everyone.
Link to Part 1- Where it All Started (TG, Story in Desc.)
Link to Alternate Version- Back to Where it All Began Alt (TG, Story is Desc)
Story-
    I have somewhat gotten used to this new form as time went on since my transformation into a woman about eight months ago. Life has been strange for me over this time frame as a result of my transformation, with many things within my life having to change as a direct consequence of the incident. I was given a new name to use, given my old one was a bit too masculine given my highly feminine appearance; my parents changed my name to Lily not too long after the incident to better suit this appearance of mine. I like my new name for the most part, and it makes a decent amount of sense, given I have very little experience in dealing with the things that come with being female instead of male like I used to be though I’m getting somewhat used to my new appearance and the consequences from having it, though there’s one thing I will probably never get used to.
    After my little transformation, everyone seemed to be extremely wary of me for some odd reason; whenever I wanted to talk to people, they walked away, saying terrible things under their breath as they did so. This made things quite difficult for me as I felt people were avoiding me based on the fact I was no longer the person they once knew, or I was strange for going through a mostly unwanted transformation in the first place as it’s not like I asked for this to happen, I dislike the hate I get for this appearance though part of me seems to like how I look now, like my mind is partially becoming feminine as I learn to be a woman. Within all the hate I received, there was one person who continued to stand with me even though I wasn’t the person he met all those years ago; he defended me from people and stayed with me when no one else would, and maybe this was the reason part of me these last few months wanted things to turn into something more for us.

    My parents appreciated him being around to give me someone to lean on, and we did almost everything together as a result. We did various events as a family; when there was a festival going on, he was there with me, hanging out with me to make sure I had someone to go with. We went to the movies a couple of times as a giant family with both families there and once or twice by ourselves. Our families picnicked together a couple of times over the last several months as well, with us spending a decent amount of time together in all cases. When I needed help with my studies, he helped me with them, even with his suffering a little as a result. He tried his hardest to accommodate me in any way he could, which probably made certain things an inevitable occurrence as part of me knew what was bound to happen the more we spent around each other, and the other half wished to deny this inevitable occurrence.

    As we continued to do things together as we had in the past, I could feel my feelings of friendship slowly change into something more romantic as I did the inevitable and ended up falling for the person who meant everything to me; however, part of me knew he most likely knew about my feeling though he never admitted to it, I could also tell he was extremely sorry he put me into the situation I found myself in and wanted me to forgive him for changing me into the person I currently find myself as. However, at least to me, there was nothing to forgive as the entire incident was unintentional as he only wanted to help me out with the goals which I wanted to achieve for myself. I appreciated his attempt at helping me in the way he thought he could. All I really cared about and wanted was for him to remain my friend and someone I could trust, and he did both things for me over the time since the incident and after.

    This led to our current day and situation, in which we were on break for the week, and given we had nothing too important to do, we made plans to work out at my house once again tomorrow as we did all those months ago before the incident. We had avoided doing it here as he didn’t want to bring up the memories of the past of what had happened, as it most likely still is a soft spot for him. I understood his intentions and accepted what he had wanted to do though this made it strange when he wanted to come here for the day. Regardless of his decision, it was fine with me as long as we could be together as always. I was somewhat excited to have him here again, even with the aforementioned reason for it not happening; either way, I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

    I woke up somewhat early with the aforementioned excitement from him returning here; I ate breakfast as usual, with me getting ready to come down to the basement, which also happens to be our workout area in the house, though, as stated, he sometimes came over before the incident and workout here as well. My family is a big health-first family, and this got slightly stronger after my transformation, presumably because my parents were concerned about my health with me having a new body. Regardless of the circumstances surrounding this, I added exercise to the little schedule I made for myself so as to not worry my parents and to keep healthy at the same time.

    I decided to wear a similar outfit to the day of the transformation; this one had some yellow on the sports bra and a little bluer on the shorts part of it, with the shoes remaining mostly the same as back then. Honestly, I felt extremely proud of myself for the first time in a while as I looked in the mirror in my room because, within the last month, I began to feel prouder of my curvaceous feminine appearance instead of my slight disdain for it at the beginning of my time as a woman, I sometimes find myself being more feminine compared to how I once was; however, I don’t think this is a bad thing for me based on my apparent attraction to me friend. My outfit highlights all the important areas quite nicely; I wonder if he’ll like it. I thought to myself while girlishly giggling as I left my room. I was waiting a decent amount of time before he was supposed to show up; I used the time I was by myself to do a bit of a pre-workout though I would have rather waited for him to get here so we could do it together and I thought while I feel a light blush rises to my face, we’re back to where it all began all those months ago, I can’t wait till he’s here.

    He showed up around eleven, about ninety minutes after I had woken up for the day. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and immediately went to work doing our usual workout in the room. As expected, I enjoyed the time we spent together in this room, though as we continued our workouts, I found myself once again wanting more from the person nearby. Mysteriously, I wanted something more than only companionship or romance, something which could only be achieved if we were no longer separate individuals but two people sharing one body; however, I didn’t know exactly how this would work out for us. This uncertainty didn’t matter to me in the slightest; we would be able to figure it out as time went along when we would be together. I would still have my love around me, but it would take a completely different shape in his new lovely form. Part of me believed this was partially an obsession as I didn’t want any other person to take him away from me; I wanted him to be mine and mine alone. I would be able to achieve both goals with the process being complete, and I couldn’t wait to get it started. I began to blush a little more at the thought of us being as one; he will forever be in the range of my love, I thought as I decided to act on my feelings.

    To begin the process in its entirety, I had to walk over to him and make sure my body was in direct contact with his, or the process would have no anchors to pull his body into my own. As I walked over to him, I could feel a decent amount of heat rising from within my body, making my body feel decently warm as a result, and part of me knew this heat would help with the next part. He was only a short distance away from me and his ultimate demise, so to speak; I was getting even more excited by the proposition of absorbing him into myself, and for me to have him all to myself was somewhat interesting as before today, I never really had these possessive thoughts. To have them now was interesting to me though this was probably because he was involved instead of another person. Eventually, when I finally reached him, I gently placed my hand on my cheek while smiling and blushing a little with my other hand off to the side. He looked back at me while he was doing near the floor and asked, “What’s up?”

    “Nothing really; I wanted to tell you thanks for these last few months with everything you’ve done for me; you’ve been a great help in helping me adjust to this body of mine,“ I told him.

    He stood up and said, “It’s to be expected; we’re friends, after all.”

    I blushed slightly more at what he said and what I was about to say to him; I wanted to express how I felt, and as a result, I decided to say, “I know; it’s why I fell for you not too long ago.”

    “I do as well; I always felt terrible for the fact I transformed you; I felt like I ruined your life forever,” he said before he continued with a slightly shocked expression, “However, I now feel like the entire transformation was worth it as I got to know a wonderful new you.”

    I felt happy at his last statement; our feelings are mutual, so it seems this makes things easier for me to do as I desire. I then said, “However, these feelings are not enough for me; I need more from you in a slightly different way.”

    Before he was able to respond to my last statement, I made sure to begin the process in earnest; after all, there would be no turning back once the absorption had started, I leaned forward into his face to the point where I felt my breasts touch his face and almost immediately I felt a reaction start to occur and I heard a suction like sound as well, which let me know the process has indeed begun. I felt something coming almost immediately after the absorption had begun, the feeling was rising through my body like the heat did before it, and this feeling was an extremely pleasurable one.

    As I saw part of his head disappear into my bosom, I felt the warm fat flow into the area as quickly as it was absorbed with the heat, adding to things as I felt my bosom start absorbing fresh material from his body after the heat had melted it slightly. As I felt more of his form enter mine, I almost yelled unbecoming sounds. To prevent this, I ended up biting down on my lip; I wouldn’t want to alert anyone to what was going on here; I guess this feeling is what I would expect to feel as I become one with the one I love, I thought as I saw his head fully vanished as the rest of it had been absorbed into my feminine curves.

    The next few minutes remained the same as the beginning as far as the feelings I felt over it. The pleasurable feeling I had felt in the beginning has remained strong throughout this period of time, and it’s getting increasingly hard to hold the unbecoming sounds inside me though part of this was probably because I didn’t want to share these feelings with anyone, only I should be able to have these feelings. What made the situation at hand slightly worse is the process was slightly slow, so I had to feel the pleasurable feeling for quite a long time before I would inevitably feel the feeling dissipate later when the process was nearing its completion. Regardless of how the feeling felt, I still thought, this is wonderful; the process is working to perfection, and soon enough, our love will take shape. I felt a weird feeling inside my bosom, and it was unexplainable how weird it was, and it was getting stronger by the minute, whatever it happened to be. These feelings would get stronger even as more of his form was inevitably absorbed into my bosom.

    As the process moved to the forty percent mark and beyond, the pleasurable feelings were reaching a breaking point for me to prevent myself from making sounds I would regret making; it was too good of a feeling though I still wanted to keep the noises inside me. The weird feeling inside my bosom continued to become even stronger as well, and it appeared to be forming into something odd. Whatever it was forming into, it wasn’t a solid mass; it was more liquid or gas-like as it appeared to move around a bit inside my bosom when more material entered from the outside and made things slightly odder for me as the feeling attempted to spread out within the container which held it. Either way, there wasn’t much I could do about the odd feeling while the pleasurable one was still present, though, to be fair, there wasn’t much I could do about the pleasurable one either but wait for the process to end.

          I watched as the process moved into the middle to late stages, with the process being roughly fifty-five to sixty percent complete at around the five-minute mark. What I had felt before this was nothing compared to what I was about to feel, I felt extra pleasure coming from somewhere inside my bosom as the mysterious feeling from before “solidified,” it was still mostly liquid or gaseous like in nature, but I felt the area become slightly independent as whatever was forming inside the area started to experience similar feelings to me as his form was continuously absorbed into my own. My thoughts were pretty scrambled by this point; assuming they weren’t already given the previous feelings, I could barely think about what was truly happening to me. All I knew was this feeling was amazing, and I wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.

          As time moved on, so did the process. I felt my body change as I felt myself go on slight autopilot as I grabbed part of the remnants of the body and attempted to pull them into my body, not only because I felt the feelings might get stronger, but I had an idea of what this mysterious formation might be even through what was going on based on the previously mentioned statements about this odd feeling. Part of me wanted an end to the wonderful process to feel exactly how wonderful I would feel when this was all over; part of me was also curious about this as well.

    Regardless, the pulling of his form into my own body worked wonders as not only did the process move faster toward its endpoint, but also the feelings I wanted to continue to feel got stronger as well as more of his form was absorbed and converted. The rest of the process went as smoothly as you would expect though it did slow down slightly toward the end, which slightly confirmed what I thought not too long ago, resistance is futile, my new love, this has been a wonderful process, but everything needs to reach its ultimate conclusion, for us to be one and the same I thought to myself as I saw the vestiges of his form fully vanish inside my bosom as if he was accepting of new life and form as being a part of my voluptuous breasts.

          After the process was completed, I fell backward, landing on the soft cushion I had gained all those months ago. I never thought my soft butt would come in handy at a time like this, I thought before continuing as I wiped the sweat I had gained as a result of the process of my form; I feel exhausted and very sweaty; I need to take a shower later. As I sat there on the floor, I felt the heat and the pleasurable feeling slowly vanish until both were completely gone. I looked down at my breasts, and like before when I was in my room; I felt oddly proud of my new bosom though there was definitely a different reason for this on top of the previous one. As I looked at my bosom, based on what I could tell, it had increased about half a cup size or slightly more, but not enough to cause any extra problem I might have felt previously. I started to gently caress the area after the last thought until I heard a soft male voice say, keep going; this feels nice. It’s weirdly pleasurable to feel someone’s touch, especially now.

          After hearing this, I looked around before I figured out no one was in the workout area outside me and the familiar male voice; you’re still here, my love; I’m surprised you didn’t disappear completely, I thought to him.

          Hmph, I never expected you to absorb me into your breasts after your little confession, though, to be fair, it’s somewhat comfortable in here, he thought back.

          I laughed softly at his last thought; fair enough, my love, but I feel extremely satisfied not only at the process but also at the fact you’re still here within me forever, within cuddling range, and this allows me to show you how much I truly love you.

          He seemed to be satisfied with this statement as he didn’t say too much as I got up off the ground, though as I walked to the stairway to go take a shower, he asked, did you really have to absorb me if our feelings are mutual, I feel like it would be better if I could actually touch you instead of being here as fat on your curvy body.

          I laughed a bit as I heard this and afterward said, I told you before the process I wanted to get more from you, and in this form, you’re giving me more than I could have gotten otherwise.

          Before he could say anything in response, I said with a light blush coming to my face; while I continued to walk to my room, my love come along. I have a shower to take, and I want you to enjoy your new life as much as I will with us being together as one; I know you’ll come along to being my breasts eventually with all of the benefits being the area brings to you, and I’m delighted we finally came back to where it all began for us, and now we go into a wonderful new life as one.

Description
Picture Link- www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/1086…
PDF version- Back to Where it All Began
Edited 8/8/23, As usual, the picture was made using novel ai, I only did the writing. This is Lily's second story and her first absorption story. This story was written from her POV and in first person, this was done for the latter half of the story and for something I'll mention in minute. Either way you have to read part one before this to get a full understanding of what goes on in this specific story as the events in this one are a direct consequence of the first part. As far as the other info, there will be a third part to this story though not in the general sense, I'm writing it in a similar fashion as I did The New Master as I thought it could be interesting to do a TG story involving the consequences of the first part but with TG instead of an absorption. The watcher who this is for okayed it and all bets are off, so yeah an alternate version is the next post. As far as that post, the rules for it are the same as the last time I did it, Lily will POV of the story though I haven't decided if she'll actively participate in the character's transformation though I might based on a separate comment from Special Gems: Rose Quartz. Final/notes, I hope you'll enjoyed this post like the others and I hope you'll have a good week. Until next time everyone.
Link to Part 1- Where it All Started (TG, Story in Desc.)
Link to Alternate Version- Back to Where it All Began Alt (TG, Story is Desc)
Story-
    I have somewhat gotten used to this new form as time went on since my transformation into a woman about eight months ago. Life has been strange for me over this time frame as a result of my transformation, with many things within my life having to change as a direct consequence of the incident. I was given a new name to use, given my old one was a bit too masculine given my highly feminine appearance; my parents changed my name to Lily not too long after the incident to better suit this appearance of mine. I like my new name for the most part, and it makes a decent amount of sense, given I have very little experience in dealing with the things that come with being female instead of male like I used to be though I’m getting somewhat used to my new appearance and the consequences from having it, though there’s one thing I will probably never get used to.
    After my little transformation, everyone seemed to be extremely wary of me for some odd reason; whenever I wanted to talk to people, they walked away, saying terrible things under their breath as they did so. This made things quite difficult for me as I felt people were avoiding me based on the fact I was no longer the person they once knew, or I was strange for going through a mostly unwanted transformation in the first place as it’s not like I asked for this to happen, I dislike the hate I get for this appearance though part of me seems to like how I look now, like my mind is partially becoming feminine as I learn to be a woman. Within all the hate I received, there was one person who continued to stand with me even though I wasn’t the person he met all those years ago; he defended me from people and stayed with me when no one else would, and maybe this was the reason part of me these last few months wanted things to turn into something more for us.

    My parents appreciated him being around to give me someone to lean on, and we did almost everything together as a result. We did various events as a family; when there was a festival going on, he was there with me, hanging out with me to make sure I had someone to go with. We went to the movies a couple of times as a giant family with both families there and once or twice by ourselves. Our families picnicked together a couple of times over the last several months as well, with us spending a decent amount of time together in all cases. When I needed help with my studies, he helped me with them, even with his suffering a little as a result. He tried his hardest to accommodate me in any way he could, which probably made certain things an inevitable occurrence as part of me knew what was bound to happen the more we spent around each other, and the other half wished to deny this inevitable occurrence.

    As we continued to do things together as we had in the past, I could feel my feelings of friendship slowly change into something more romantic as I did the inevitable and ended up falling for the person who meant everything to me; however, part of me knew he most likely knew about my feeling though he never admitted to it, I could also tell he was extremely sorry he put me into the situation I found myself in and wanted me to forgive him for changing me into the person I currently find myself as. However, at least to me, there was nothing to forgive as the entire incident was unintentional as he only wanted to help me out with the goals which I wanted to achieve for myself. I appreciated his attempt at helping me in the way he thought he could. All I really cared about and wanted was for him to remain my friend and someone I could trust, and he did both things for me over the time since the incident and after.

    This led to our current day and situation, in which we were on break for the week, and given we had nothing too important to do, we made plans to work out at my house once again tomorrow as we did all those months ago before the incident. We had avoided doing it here as he didn’t want to bring up the memories of the past of what had happened, as it most likely still is a soft spot for him. I understood his intentions and accepted what he had wanted to do though this made it strange when he wanted to come here for the day. Regardless of his decision, it was fine with me as long as we could be together as always. I was somewhat excited to have him here again, even with the aforementioned reason for it not happening; either way, I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

    I woke up somewhat early with the aforementioned excitement from him returning here; I ate breakfast as usual, with me getting ready to come down to the basement, which also happens to be our workout area in the house, though, as stated, he sometimes came over before the incident and workout here as well. My family is a big health-first family, and this got slightly stronger after my transformation, presumably because my parents were concerned about my health with me having a new body. Regardless of the circumstances surrounding this, I added exercise to the little schedule I made for myself so as to not worry my parents and to keep healthy at the same time.

    I decided to wear a similar outfit to the day of the transformation; this one had some yellow on the sports bra and a little bluer on the shorts part of it, with the shoes remaining mostly the same as back then. Honestly, I felt extremely proud of myself for the first time in a while as I looked in the mirror in my room because, within the last month, I began to feel prouder of my curvaceous feminine appearance instead of my slight disdain for it at the beginning of my time as a woman, I sometimes find myself being more feminine compared to how I once was; however, I don’t think this is a bad thing for me based on my apparent attraction to me friend. My outfit highlights all the important areas quite nicely; I wonder if he’ll like it. I thought to myself while girlishly giggling as I left my room. I was waiting a decent amount of time before he was supposed to show up; I used the time I was by myself to do a bit of a pre-workout though I would have rather waited for him to get here so we could do it together and I thought while I feel a light blush rises to my face, we’re back to where it all began all those months ago, I can’t wait till he’s here.

    He showed up around eleven, about ninety minutes after I had woken up for the day. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and immediately went to work doing our usual workout in the room. As expected, I enjoyed the time we spent together in this room, though as we continued our workouts, I found myself once again wanting more from the person nearby. Mysteriously, I wanted something more than only companionship or romance, something which could only be achieved if we were no longer separate individuals but two people sharing one body; however, I didn’t know exactly how this would work out for us. This uncertainty didn’t matter to me in the slightest; we would be able to figure it out as time went along when we would be together. I would still have my love around me, but it would take a completely different shape in his new lovely form. Part of me believed this was partially an obsession as I didn’t want any other person to take him away from me; I wanted him to be mine and mine alone. I would be able to achieve both goals with the process being complete, and I couldn’t wait to get it started. I began to blush a little more at the thought of us being as one; he will forever be in the range of my love, I thought as I decided to act on my feelings.

    To begin the process in its entirety, I had to walk over to him and make sure my body was in direct contact with his, or the process would have no anchors to pull his body into my own. As I walked over to him, I could feel a decent amount of heat rising from within my body, making my body feel decently warm as a result, and part of me knew this heat would help with the next part. He was only a short distance away from me and his ultimate demise, so to speak; I was getting even more excited by the proposition of absorbing him into myself, and for me to have him all to myself was somewhat interesting as before today, I never really had these possessive thoughts. To have them now was interesting to me though this was probably because he was involved instead of another person. Eventually, when I finally reached him, I gently placed my hand on my cheek while smiling and blushing a little with my other hand off to the side. He looked back at me while he was doing near the floor and asked, “What’s up?”

    “Nothing really; I wanted to tell you thanks for these last few months with everything you’ve done for me; you’ve been a great help in helping me adjust to this body of mine,“ I told him.

    He stood up and said, “It’s to be expected; we’re friends, after all.”

    I blushed slightly more at what he said and what I was about to say to him; I wanted to express how I felt, and as a result, I decided to say, “I know; it’s why I fell for you not too long ago.”

    “I do as well; I always felt terrible for the fact I transformed you; I felt like I ruined your life forever,” he said before he continued with a slightly shocked expression, “However, I now feel like the entire transformation was worth it as I got to know a wonderful new you.”

    I felt happy at his last statement; our feelings are mutual, so it seems this makes things easier for me to do as I desire. I then said, “However, these feelings are not enough for me; I need more from you in a slightly different way.”

    Before he was able to respond to my last statement, I made sure to begin the process in earnest; after all, there would be no turning back once the absorption had started, I leaned forward into his face to the point where I felt my breasts touch his face and almost immediately I felt a reaction start to occur and I heard a suction like sound as well, which let me know the process has indeed begun. I felt something coming almost immediately after the absorption had begun, the feeling was rising through my body like the heat did before it, and this feeling was an extremely pleasurable one.

    As I saw part of his head disappear into my bosom, I felt the warm fat flow into the area as quickly as it was absorbed with the heat, adding to things as I felt my bosom start absorbing fresh material from his body after the heat had melted it slightly. As I felt more of his form enter mine, I almost yelled unbecoming sounds. To prevent this, I ended up biting down on my lip; I wouldn’t want to alert anyone to what was going on here; I guess this feeling is what I would expect to feel as I become one with the one I love, I thought as I saw his head fully vanished as the rest of it had been absorbed into my feminine curves.

    The next few minutes remained the same as the beginning as far as the feelings I felt over it. The pleasurable feeling I had felt in the beginning has remained strong throughout this period of time, and it’s getting increasingly hard to hold the unbecoming sounds inside me though part of this was probably because I didn’t want to share these feelings with anyone, only I should be able to have these feelings. What made the situation at hand slightly worse is the process was slightly slow, so I had to feel the pleasurable feeling for quite a long time before I would inevitably feel the feeling dissipate later when the process was nearing its completion. Regardless of how the feeling felt, I still thought, this is wonderful; the process is working to perfection, and soon enough, our love will take shape. I felt a weird feeling inside my bosom, and it was unexplainable how weird it was, and it was getting stronger by the minute, whatever it happened to be. These feelings would get stronger even as more of his form was inevitably absorbed into my bosom.

    As the process moved to the forty percent mark and beyond, the pleasurable feelings were reaching a breaking point for me to prevent myself from making sounds I would regret making; it was too good of a feeling though I still wanted to keep the noises inside me. The weird feeling inside my bosom continued to become even stronger as well, and it appeared to be forming into something odd. Whatever it was forming into, it wasn’t a solid mass; it was more liquid or gas-like as it appeared to move around a bit inside my bosom when more material entered from the outside and made things slightly odder for me as the feeling attempted to spread out within the container which held it. Either way, there wasn’t much I could do about the odd feeling while the pleasurable one was still present, though, to be fair, there wasn’t much I could do about the pleasurable one either but wait for the process to end.

          I watched as the process moved into the middle to late stages, with the process being roughly fifty-five to sixty percent complete at around the five-minute mark. What I had felt before this was nothing compared to what I was about to feel, I felt extra pleasure coming from somewhere inside my bosom as the mysterious feeling from before “solidified,” it was still mostly liquid or gaseous like in nature, but I felt the area become slightly independent as whatever was forming inside the area started to experience similar feelings to me as his form was continuously absorbed into my own. My thoughts were pretty scrambled by this point; assuming they weren’t already given the previous feelings, I could barely think about what was truly happening to me. All I knew was this feeling was amazing, and I wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.

          As time moved on, so did the process. I felt my body change as I felt myself go on slight autopilot as I grabbed part of the remnants of the body and attempted to pull them into my body, not only because I felt the feelings might get stronger, but I had an idea of what this mysterious formation might be even through what was going on based on the previously mentioned statements about this odd feeling. Part of me wanted an end to the wonderful process to feel exactly how wonderful I would feel when this was all over; part of me was also curious about this as well.

    Regardless, the pulling of his form into my own body worked wonders as not only did the process move faster toward its endpoint, but also the feelings I wanted to continue to feel got stronger as well as more of his form was absorbed and converted. The rest of the process went as smoothly as you would expect though it did slow down slightly toward the end, which slightly confirmed what I thought not too long ago, resistance is futile, my new love, this has been a wonderful process, but everything needs to reach its ultimate conclusion, for us to be one and the same I thought to myself as I saw the vestiges of his form fully vanish inside my bosom as if he was accepting of new life and form as being a part of my voluptuous breasts.

          After the process was completed, I fell backward, landing on the soft cushion I had gained all those months ago. I never thought my soft butt would come in handy at a time like this, I thought before continuing as I wiped the sweat I had gained as a result of the process of my form; I feel exhausted and very sweaty; I need to take a shower later. As I sat there on the floor, I felt the heat and the pleasurable feeling slowly vanish until both were completely gone. I looked down at my breasts, and like before when I was in my room; I felt oddly proud of my new bosom though there was definitely a different reason for this on top of the previous one. As I looked at my bosom, based on what I could tell, it had increased about half a cup size or slightly more, but not enough to cause any extra problem I might have felt previously. I started to gently caress the area after the last thought until I heard a soft male voice say, keep going; this feels nice. It’s weirdly pleasurable to feel someone’s touch, especially now.

          After hearing this, I looked around before I figured out no one was in the workout area outside me and the familiar male voice; you’re still here, my love; I’m surprised you didn’t disappear completely, I thought to him.

          Hmph, I never expected you to absorb me into your breasts after your little confession, though, to be fair, it’s somewhat comfortable in here, he thought back.

          I laughed softly at his last thought; fair enough, my love, but I feel extremely satisfied not only at the process but also at the fact you’re still here within me forever, within cuddling range, and this allows me to show you how much I truly love you.

          He seemed to be satisfied with this statement as he didn’t say too much as I got up off the ground, though as I walked to the stairway to go take a shower, he asked, did you really have to absorb me if our feelings are mutual, I feel like it would be better if I could actually touch you instead of being here as fat on your curvy body.

          I laughed a bit as I heard this and afterward said, I told you before the process I wanted to get more from you, and in this form, you’re giving me more than I could have gotten otherwise.

          Before he could say anything in response, I said with a light blush coming to my face; while I continued to walk to my room, my love come along. I have a shower to take, and I want you to enjoy your new life as much as I will with us being together as one; I know you’ll come along to being my breasts eventually with all of the benefits being the area brings to you, and I’m delighted we finally came back to where it all began for us, and now we go into a wonderful new life as one.