Mid-Life Crisis

Summer had just hit, and that same depression hit Bethany. While she had come a long way, she still had a hard time finding her diminutive five-foot-two figure attractive. She had always been curvy and having two kids didn’t help. While she bounced back from the physical strain of childbirth, she was never satisfied.

Bethany’s sex life with her husband had waned, and while her brain knew that’s what happens with kids in the house, her heart had trouble accepting it. So when the first strands of grey started appearing in her red hair, it became that much harder to ignore. Even though she started dying her hair consistently, Bethany knew the grey was there.

And now that it was summer, all of her physical imperfections were about to be on display. Her kids, who were now seven and nine, loved the pool and the beach. And while the grandparents often took them, Bethany would certainly be spending time at both locations a lot during the summer. And since neither of the kids would let her sit back on the blanket, she was going to be wearing a bathing suit a lot.

Her husband, Tone, was always supportive, always telling her how beautiful and sexy she was, and it helped, but she always swung back around to her insecurities. Due to Tone’s work schedule, it ended up being Bethany alone with the kids at the pool and the beach more often than not.

It was her alone with her body on display in a swimsuit that was always too revealing despite her best efforts to pick out the modest one. She always felt the eyes of everyone on her, some in disgust, others in calm dismissal. Whether or not she was actually getting these looks was irrelevant, in her mind it was happening every time she went out.

One day she was feeling particularly confident and aroused, so she put on a full face of makeup, her best lingerie and surprised Tone when he came back from work. The kids were with the grandparents, so Bethany was hoping to make good use of a child-free house. Though Tone, politely of course, turned her down, saying he had a long day at work and needed to relax and unwind.

That was the final straw for Bethany. She spiraled into a never-ending cycle of self-loathing and depression. She found herself in one of those gift shop sort of places, the ones with cheap curiosities from all over the world. Finding herself talking with the owner, the conversation moved from casual chitchat to a confession of her situation and a wish that something would change.

“You know,” the older woman said. “I have something, something that could put that spark back in your life.”

“Oh, is it some kind of weird sex thing?” Bethany was turned off immediately, thinking this woman was going to try and sell some sort of snake oil meant to help in the bedroom.

“No, dear, nothing like that,” the owner laughed. “It’s something that I don’t offer to everyone, but you look like someone who could use it.”

Without waiting for Bethany to respond, the woman reached under the counter and pulled out an old book, leather bound and beaten.

“The contents of this book can change your life, but be careful, some things cannot be undone. I won’t even charge you for it, it’s yours to take.”

Bethany was taken aback, and was about to ask one of the thousand questions running through her head. Though just as she was about to ask, the bell for the front door sounded and she turned away for a moment. After seeing that it was just someone leaving the store, she turned back to see that the older woman was gone.

Bethany was confused, but something about the book drew her attention. Before she knew it, she found herself in her car, the book open on her lap. She flipped immediately to one specific page as if she was looking for it. It was a spell that would grant the caster whatever she desired.

Reading the spell aloud, Bethany closed her eyes and uttered the words that would finalize the spell.

“Make me what my husband desires most.” She had thought the spell would give her the perfect body that Tone would find attractive, but almost immediately as the words fell out of her mouth, she knew something was wrong.

A chill ran over her body and she felt herself drifting away. It was like she was losing weight, but not in a fitness form, but like her body was fading away. The powerful magic seemed to rip the world apart at the seams, pulling her through space and time. In an instant she, and her car, had been returned back to her home: the car in the driveway where they normally parked, and Bethany in her bedroom.

Though something was terribly wrong. She felt thin, but not thin like an attractive weight, but thin like butter stretched over too much choice. Bethany tried to move, to find Tone and figure out what went wrong with her spell, but she found herself unable to. Her body was flat, laying on her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. With a chill, she finally realized that she had somehow been flattened, the spell robbing her of her third dimension.

Suddenly, without any warning, something started to happen, her body felt like it was filling up. But it wasn’t like she was drinking, eating or taking anything in any other hole of her body. It was just a sort of swelling, though with little obvious driving force behind it. She was inflating!

Bethany grew and grew until she no longer felt flat. She had basically been returned to her normal shape, though without the ability to move, not even to breathe or speak. She could still see, hear, and feel the movement of the air in the room, but the magic and the air inside her seemed to lock her into a static shape.

It was only then that she realized she was naked! Something about the transformation had removed all of her clothes, leaving her completely vulnerable out in the open on the bed that she and Tone shared.

There she lay for the rest of the day, it was only when the sun started to set and the kids went to bed that the door opened and Tone walked in. He was clearly exhausted from the day and showing the day on his slightly matted hair and glistening skin. While not exactly drenched in sweat, it was clear that it had been twelve hours or so since his last shower.

“Oh Bethany…” Tone breathed, closing the door behind him. “You know just how to treat me…”

The quality of his voice made it clear that he wasn’t addressing her exactly. It was like he was talking to himself about a gift left behind by his wife.

It dawned on Bethany in that moment that he wasn’t talking to her because he didn’t know it was her! He clearly assumed that the actual woman in front of him was just a toy left by his wife as a surprise.

“With Bethany out of town for a while, I guess you’ll have to do, baby,” Tone smiled as he pulled his shirt over his head.

A chill ran through Bethany, his words betraying what was happening. She had no plans to be out of town, the spell must have changed reality to explain her absence.

Though she didn’t have time to contemplate this as Tone quickly got himself naked and stood over her, his excitement evident between his legs.

Tone took a gentle hold of her, his hands on either side of her head, and raised her up toward him. As his cock neared her forcibly pursed lips, Bethany knew what was going to happen. Before she even had the chance to wonder just how many of her senses were still intact, his tip touched her lips and the subtle taste of salty sweat hit her tongue.

A wave of disgust washed through her. She didn’t often give him oral sex, but when she did, he had always showered immediately prior at her insistence. So now that he was carrying the weight and flavor of an entire day, Bethany was enjoying this experience even less than normal.

Of course, Tone thought she was nothing more than a blow-up doll meant for his pleasure, so he didn’t pause at all, and in a moment, Bethany’s lips were contacting the five o’clock shadow of his shaved pelvic region. The only positive of her situation was that in her current state, she didn’t seem to have as sensitive of a gag reflex. In fact, she almost didn’t even feel any reflex at all.

Tone moaned above her and started working her up and down on his shaft, her lips and tongue feeling every bump and contour of his skin as it worked in and out. It didn’t take long for Bethany to realize that he was taking his time. Knowing what his quickies were like made it clear that he intended to be here for a while.

His pace sped up, clearly enjoying the feeling of his faux-wife’s lips around his member. She could even feel him getting larger and harder inside of her mouth, the skin of his organ pressing harder into the sides of her mouth and the back of her throat.

Thankfully, Tone stopped, and slid himself free of Bethany’s mouth. She stared up at him with a frozen look, her mind racing inside her flattened form. How long was this going to last? Was she going to be stuck like this forever? And with Tone seeing her as an object with no feelings, will he be gentle with her?

Though she would have to consider those questions later, as Tone was already busy positioning her on the bed. Laying her on her back, with her ass right at the edge of the mattress, he spread her legs and stepped between them, holding her solidly in place with his hands pressing down on her tits. His weight was fully supported by her body, leaving an intense pressure on her, making it feel like it was hard to breathe, even though she didn’t actually have to do that in this form.

Bethany gasped in her mind as Tone thrust himself deep into her vagina, not wasting any time burying his hard shaft balls deep into her. Bethany could feel the pleasure, almost more intense now given her flattened body.

By now Tone was worked up, and his pace was showing it. He rammed into Bethany with a fury of a man pent up. Her entire body was misshapen with each thrust, her body ballooned out on each side by his hands still on her chest, and her hips pressed up into her body whenever he pushed into her. Again it felt like he was getting bigger, his arousal reaching its peak.

Just as it appeared that he was about to reach climax, he stopped, mumbling to himself.

“You know, I wonder…” Tone said under his breath, pulling himself free of his flattened wife.

Bethany wondered what the hell he could be talking about, though it became clear when he grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over so she was facedown. It was clear now what Tone was thinking and as his cock pressed up against her asshole. He had always wanted to try anal sex with her, but she could never bring herself to do it. Though it would appear that Tone was taking advantage of the situation to try it out for himself.

He took a hold of her hips, grabbing them in the divot here where thighs met her hips. Just as before, Tone wasn’t subtle or gentle as he thrust into her. The feeling of her ass filling up was foreign to Bethany and her whole body tensed around it, a sense of lightheadedness coming over her.

Tone didn’t give her a chance to reconcile it as he pulled mostly out and thrust in again, and again. Now there was nothing holding him back, his pleasure was obvious by his moans and grunts. Bethany couldn’t figure out if she liked it or hated it. There was some pleasure buried there, but the discomfort was certainly more significant. Luckily, she didn’t have to endure it for too much longer as Tone grunted through his climax, depositing his seed deep into her. Bethany could feel it, could feel his final slow thrusts stirring his cum.

Finally he pulled out, leaving a string of semen from his penis to her ass. Tone heaved a heavy sigh and patted her thick ass a few times.

“Well if she feels as good as you do, I’ll really have to work on convincing her to do this for real,” Tone said and stood up, leaving her laying there, naked, exposed and with an ass full of his cum.

She had to lay there and process what happened as Tone went to the bathroom, took a shower, and returned to her, wearing nothing but a loose pair of boxer shorts. Not ready for bed just yet, Tone sat against the headboard and turned on the TV. For the next hour, he watched TV, but not before propping Bethany up beside him where he could casually grope her, marveling at just how realistic she felt.

Bethany was left as her own husband’s sex toy, his hand casually playing with her tits, ass and pussy while he sat back in their bedroom and watched TV, passing the time until she returned from being out of town.

She silently hoped that the spell that put her into this hell had an expiration date or she would spend the rest of her life as nothing more than a sex toy in her own house.