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Artist: Merufena
I'm kinda surprised that despite my job I'm able to keep my writing pace up pretty decently so far. I won't go into too much detail, but I feel like this or next week will probably be my last at this job (not by the time im uploading this lmao). It is kinda frustrating, I absolutely hate the work, but I also hated being without a job at all. Even if I don't get fired I don't feel like I'll physically last much longer though. At the very least I hope to be able to keep up my streak of not having made a single mistake since the first week up until the end.
Caption number 78.
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On a hot summer day at a beach of an expensive resort, a couple was about to go for a swim. Well, it was a bit difficult to call them a couple at this point. Sure, they were married, but their relation had been steadily deteriorating for a while. A large reason for this was Richard's irresponsible spending habits, and ever since he received a huge inheritance from a distant relative, it had gotten much worse, much to the chagrin of his wife Chelle. Today, the situation finally came to a boiling point.
"... Hmm..." As Richard stared at her bikini-clad body, Chelle raised an eyebrow slightly. She wasn't sure if she was even interested in whatever he was thinking. Eventually she decided to ask, though she was not going to use any words if she didn't have to. "Hm..?" "Well, I can afford a boob job for you now, so you should get one." She sighed softly, before responding. "... What makes you think I'd be interested in that?" "Oh, nothing. It's just that your BB cups are a bit small for me now, and since I have the money, I thought why not fix- "Nothing"!? ... You literally. do. not. care, about what I think or want for my own body?! Are you- No, actually, I don't even care. Nope, I'm done."
She let out another sigh. "Screw you, I'm going back inside. I'm sure you can find some big titted bimbo somewhere out here if you want. Have fun." With those words, she promptly turned around and left, leaving an almost confused looking Richard. "... That bitch... I don't even mind if they feel somewhat artificial... Oh well, I'm sure she'll come around." Not too upset by her outburst, he then walked off in the other direction. He did end up finding and having fun with some busty girl whose name he never even asked for.
By the time he returned, it was almost midnight, and he was rather drunk. Chelle meanwhile was calmly reading a book in the living room. "Heyy Honey~ Did you stay up for me or something?" "Oh sure, something like that. I thought I'd leave the bed unoccupied for you and any hoes you might pick up." ... After not getting any reply, she looked up at where Richard was, but he had already gone to bed without even listening to her. She growled slightly in annoyance, but him going to bed was exactly what she had been waiting for.
That night, Richard had a bizarre dream. In it, he was being embraced by a woman. He couldn't make out her face for some reason, but he just knew that it was Chelle. They hadn't hugged like this in a long time, but it felt good, so he simply enjoyed it. The dream then seemed to shift though, the woman holding him grew, as the world around them faded away. He relaxed as she held him in her large hands, kneading? his body as she held him close. A throbbing pleasure slowly spread through his whole body, and somehow it felt as if he was sinking into that pleasure. Soon it was as if that cloud of pleasure was all there was to his body, no arms, no legs, not even a head. He heard a soft giggle from above, as the woman holding him playfully continued to squeeze him. He couldn't move, but with the pleasure he was feeling, he didn't feel any need to.
Suddenly, Richard woke up. Or perhaps he just snapped out of some kind of trance, it was hard to tell if there was even a difference. He wasn't able to see, so he tried to take whatever was covering his eyes off. But then he realised that he couldn't feel his arms, or his eyelids, or any... definable segment of his body for that matter. "H-huh? Where am I? Why can't I move?" "Oh, good morning, "Honey"~ I got a boob job, just like you wanted! Do you... like it~" As Chelle spoke, she grabbed Richard, sending incredible sparks of pleasure through him as she playfully squeezed his entire body while lifting him up.
"A-ahh~! W-what are you doing???" He tried to squirm out of her grasp, but there was nothing he could do. "Can't I play with my own tits?" Her hands slipped under the two pieces of cloth covering. She tightly pinched the sensitive nubs on the apexes of the two globes that appeared to make up his form, before dropping him, causing him to bounce and jiggle while he reeled in pleasure. It was then that Richard thought of something, though it was bizarre, and it shouldn't be possible.
"Did you... did you turn me into your tits? H-how could you!" "Well honey. You said that you wanted to pay for them, and you did. With your body." Chelle idly bounced Richard's two halves as she continued talking. Her voice showed that she greatly enjoyed having her husband like this. "Now I have the big tits that you wanted, and I am in control of my own life again! Isn't that a great deal for us both? I didn't really care to go on this vacation, but I think I will enjoy it quite thoroughly now!" Richard was absolutely fuming, but Chelle ignored the complaints that followed, as she continued to enjoy a relaxing day at the beach, all by herself.
