Deviation Actions
Description
So you got some new shoes?
Hell yeah, picked them up this morning. Taking them out for a test drive on the boardwalk. They were expensive AF.
What are you waiting for?! Send me a picture of them!
You set up the camera on your phone and point it downwards in preparation for the picture. You pause walking for a second and….*SNAP*
“Ay, que mierda?! What do you think you are doing?” You jolt up, looking up from your phone to see a seething Latina woman staring dead into your eyes. The very first thing you noticed about her was her extraordinary curves. Her hips were so wide they had their own orbit, her butt stuck out so much you could set a table for four on it, and her cleavage was on the brink of pushing out of her top like a pipe getting ready to explode. The flare pants she squeezed into showed every bit of jiggle her amazing backside had to show. The age in her voice carried authority, startling you into a blank stare that left you barely able to even mutter a word.
“N-no I-I was t-taking a uh-”
“Picture of my ass? You like looking at mi culó, pendejo? Todos personas like looking at my ass! Son muy molesto! Estoy cansado of it! Let’s see how you like it! Who knows? Maybe you will like being a mamí, papí…” She shoves her hand firmly on your chest before pushing you away and winking. She cackles as she walks away, leaving you in awe at the whole interaction. You would be lying if you said you weren’t looking at her butt as she walked away, the sensual sway of her hips, the bounce of her breasts.
You considered it time to get past the intense interaction. You wanted to have a walk on the boardwalk, and you were going to have a walk on the boardwalk. Some time went by and a strange fatigue lingered in the depths of your body. It was as if you were not accustomed to the physical activities you were doing on a normal basis. A slight ache was present in your knees with each step, your feet ached as well. It was unfortunate, the high end shoes promised comfort. As the steps continued, a clicking sound against the planks of wood on the path could be heard getting louder and louder. Your steps were getting a bit clumsy, as if you were off balance. You looked down to see your shoes now looking more like heels. Your feet were arched upward, inside the smaller shoes were pedicured feet. The polished nails sat out of an opening at the end of the heels as straps wrapped around your seemingly smaller ankles. What the heck was going on? Why weren’t you more panicked? Instead of continuously walking like a newborn dear, you were becoming accustomed to how to properly walk with heels on. The clicking of the heels against the boardwalk was rhythmic, partially taking your mind away from everything as the fabric of your pants became softer, and tighter. Your tight athletic shirt loosened to a cotton blouse, buttons undoing themselves and revealing your upper chest. The long sleeves and designer pants while strutting in heels was quite the odd sight amongst all of the joggers and walkers. Your bold outfit stood out, and you kind of liked it? You knew something was terribly off that you didn’t mind. You embraced the bold, you needed to be seen.
The changes kept riding up your shortening body, the long masculine build you possessed was becoming more condensed and stout. It would be a surprise if you remained over 5 '3”, your legs now taking you less of a distance with the same amount of steps.lYour shoulders were less broad and arms thinner, looking down to your hands looking strangely feminine and something else. They looked more aged to you, your veins looking more pronounced as each finger thinned and became dainty only to be met with a matching manicure for your pedicure. The long, french tipped nails accented your tanned and vintage hands well. The trend of looking older took on other parts of your body. As if your metabolism was taking a short vacation, your triceps and biceps leaked out muscle and gained plush womanly softness. Your calves also jutted out with roundness and wiggled slightly with each step. The wear and tear in your joints continued, but in a different way. Years of maternal care and fatigue wore on your mind and body. Your hips bucked out, your waist sucking in. The addition of softness continued onto your abdomen, where a slight paunch stuck out and chub-ied up your midsection. Sure, the years were piling on, but it only made you feel sexier and better than you could still grab the eyes of everyone around you.
You weren’t older, you weren’t one to relish at the attention you got from others. Yet, your body was continuing to mold into an object of attraction. Your up and down walking motion was beginning to show some motion in your chest. The soft velvet texture of your top rubbed against your increasingly puffy and sensitive nipples. Underneath the areolas that were subtly giving you tons of pleasure, breast tissue began to pile up on top of each other. Now tenting, the top was pushing outward along with the rest of your chest. A snapping arch in your back popped into place just in time to give your short build well needed support for significant weight in your upper torso. Cup size continued to ramp up, cleavage showing itself and the fabric looking more taut thanks to the impressive bust that was packing in. You looked down to the new fun bags that hindered the view of your lower body. Now these were some impressive honkers. You embraced making sure everyone knew about it. The melons pushed out more and more, getting more showy in the flowing top. Sure, there was a sacrifice in looking modest while walking down a set of stairs, but it was so worth it. As each man walked by, you could see their pupils drifting to your well endowed bosom.
They couldn’t help it, and you knew it. Your chest was not even the main attraction. You looked behind your back, kind of confused as to why your magnum opus wasn’t there. You always had an ass that competed with the best, where was it?
That question would have to wait, as the aging and feminizing process overtook your face. Crow’s feet etched to the sides of your eyes, your cheekbones rose and forehead smoothed almost to an unnatural degree as if botox. Your facial muscles were a bit stiff, but it was also worth it to look as good as you did. Your lips had invisible fillers amplify their size drastically.
“Damn, nice tits senorita…”
“Thanks, Daddy.” You responded to the sudden cat call as if you were used to getting them on the regular. Your sexy voice made the guy almost trip over himself as you passed.
Someone who got these lips out of nowhere would surely pack a lisp, yet you had no discernable difference other than now having a latina accent behind your words. Your hair began to grow and clip behind your head, the rosy brunette coloring smelling of a floral shampoo. Your eyelashes lengthened and got lots of mascara. Your eyebrows thickened but gained a curved shape over your brown, almond shaped eyes. Your nose fattened and pushed closer to your face and became a bit larger horizontally but smaller vertically. Your face was now a lot more rounded but it worked for you. You had the aesthetic of a drop dead gorgeous middle aged Latina milf.
There was something that Latinas were well known for but you had a booty that was on another level. You moaned as a quaking sensation began to emanate from your lower body. You looked to your sides to see your hips begin to expand out even more than before. It was as if your body was turning into the textbook definition of an hourglass shape. A tape measure would soon not be able to wrap around your giant hip line and your butt had still remained unchanged. An onslaught of fat began to flood into your thighs so that your wide hips did not look out of place. Like a water balloon filling up, your thighs inflated heavily in little to no time at all. This enhanced your sensual strut down the boardwalk, your fatty thighs rubbing up against each other with each side to side step forward.
GSH You were shot forward a bit, stumbling into the arms of a man walking by. Without warning, your ass suddenly exploded with size to the point you were flung forward. Your cheeks had began their growth journey with a bang. To the man, you seemingly tripped forward. You could tell you enjoyed the way your utters felt against his body, soft and plush.
You took a step away and looked at him with a flirty smile. He was taking in your curvy form as your butt continued to grow behind you. You teasingly brushed a hand to his crotch over his pants. Then, you turned around and grazed your voluptuous booty before pushing in closer and feeling his hardened member pressing against your ample rear. Your already globular rear spread out and covered the entirety of his lower body.
“Oops, sorry Papí, my butt is so big and hard to lug around, you know?”
“I uh- I” You took a hand to his chin and closed his mouth that was dangling wide open. You walked away, leaving him flustered and unable to do anything at look at your butt as you walked away.
It was gargantuan, every ounce of fatty flesh being felt with every step. Every time your foot made contact with the ground below, endless waves of recoil rippled about your overloaded backside. The jiggling was non stop, and when it was on the trend of slowing down, another step would invoke even more endless sloshing. Each step made you feel powerful, knowing all eyes ogled you and your phenomenon of an ass. The ocean of fat in your thighs transitioned to the doughy warm heft that was your booty. Your hips are just getting wider, putting the term “child bearing” to shame. This allowed for your booty to flourish outward even more, something you could not believe was possible. Possible was now the impossible, your ass pushing through the boundaries of logical and reality to truly become a magnificent spectacle. Your manicured hand caressed and rubbed over your mountainous booty, the feeling similar to a water bed shaking about. It was a one of a kind texture, the kind that turned you on even more and made you fall deeper and deeper into the persona of a stacked Latina milf. This was okay with you. With all that ass you were packing, you were becoming equipped to be that hot mom next door. This thought turned you on further.
Your cheeks flushed a tomato red, a heat emanating from your groin making you all flustered and horny. Your talon-like nails dug through your fatty, squishy columns that were your thighs to discover that your manhood was being suffocated amongst all of the extra poundage in your lower body. Like waves crashing, the fat hugged your member tightly and it was only getting tighter. Your husky, sensual moans filled the street as you crossed your plush legs over one another. It didn’t matter what everyone else thought, this felt good. Slowly but surely, the space in your crotch was fully disappearing and with that your erect member was put in a stranglehold. The inescapable continuous swelling of your thighs forced a retreat. An influx of womanly hormones coursed through your veins, heightening every bit of pleasure in your body. Every pore opened up and embraced how good everything felt. Your moans were louder, men walking along the road getting second hand turned on at the site of a fat assed milf succumbing to euphoria. Your ass quaked while you staggered back and forth until finish after finish overtook your body. You found the nearest bench and began to grind back and forth on the wooden seat, not being able to help but imagine it was the lap of a lover. The soft flesh spread out like flowing lava as your manhood fully disappeared with a violent suction motion. Your yelps reached a high and you did not even realize you were twerking and bouncing your gelatinous caboose on the bench. The blubbery backside was captivating, several men (and even women) sneaking out their phones to record the free show. The claps were violent and so loud, making you bite your bottom lip and dig your hands further into your butt. Your eyes rolled back and you looked up at the sky, the strongest of all of the orgasms turning your limbs to jelly. You yelled out at the top of your lungs before breathing heavily and slowly but surely calming down. When you were able to compose yourself, you looked to see a bit of a crowd around you. You were not the smallest bit embarrassed. In fact, you relished the attention. So much so you wanted more.
“You guys want to see Mamí shake this fat ass?” All mouths immediately went dry, nobody able to spit out a word at your perfectly executed tease. You stood up while pushing up your large breasts in your shirt to make sure all available cleavage was open for business. Your hips swayed heavily, walking past the wide eyed men and flustered women. Even the married wives could not blame their husbands for sneaking a peek. It was not everyday a woman like you walked around.
“You’ll never see an ass like this again, papí” You lightly tap your ass and wink at a man who crumpled onto their hands and knees, not able to control a certain reaction in their pants. You giggled, knowing such a simple action made him go all the way. This was you now, a drop dead gorgeous and captivating Latina milf who would turn heads wherever she went. What a gift this “curse” turned out to be.
Model: Chimocurves