As Jon woke up he felt like he was being smothered with a pillow; however, the thought was less alarming than the subsequent realization that he was not breathing.
Jon half-asleep mind was in a panic as he instinctively tried to push away whatever was on his face, but he couldn't get his arms to respond the way he wanted them to. He couldn't feel his arms at all! His entire body felt like it was being pressed down by some massive weight into a soft surface, and he was afraid he was going to suffocate and... The memories of the night before, of his wish, started coming to him. He mentally tried to calm down, envisioning taking a deep breath, and then started to take stock of his situation again. He had wished to be an ass, and with that in mind he suddenly started to piece together everything around him.
He felt that his form was mainly comprised of two halves that were being pressed down into a soft surface that he now assumed was a bed. No, that wasn't quite right. Before that there was a rough, cottony surface that touched most of what was now his 'face' and he realized that it must be someone's sleeping shorts. Now that he recognized it, the darkness around him was actually colored a navy blue as the clothes surrounded his entire body. A body that felt squishy, and malleable. His two parts were pancaked out and touching each other right above his mouth. Other than his face comprising the 'front' part of his form, his mouth was the only thing he felt distinct control over. His arms, legs, torso, and head all seemed to be part of what would best be described as a soup inside of his body. It was as if he had been stuck in a blender with his nerves still intact. His mouth, distinct as it was, was forming a small puckered hole at what felt like the center of his being. It didn't take a huge leap of logic to assume what that was, and he silently thanked himself for the foresight to avoid any bathroom trips for the day.
As he took complete stock of his new body, he felt the woman he was attached to stir. He felt her warmth above him, in him. It felt bizarre being fully attached to another person, but that feeling only amplified as she began to sit up. He felt the pressure on his body drastically increase as she rose to a sitting position on her bed. Her entire upper body weight forcing him down into the sheets and making his soft body spread outwards. He felt his face twist along the sheets and shorts as he imagined she threw her legs over the side of the bed onto the floor. Jon felt the pressure on him suddenly lessen and disappear as he was yanked upwards by a force on his back. His body set into its natural position as his fat fell down due to gravity. He obviously had no method of seeing himself from the outside, but he imagined himself as a big, round ass. The thrill of the moment excited him, and he knew he would have a massive hard-on if he still had his member. Instead, he was left to just get exceptionally excited by the motion.
The woman started walking. Jon looked down through small gaps in the shorts to see the ground, but he couldn't piece together where the woman was walking to. It was a bizarre sensation. Every step sent jiggling ripples through his body, and it felt as if he was twisting with each lift and land of her feet. For him and his heightened senses, it was like a small massage. Walking itself was a bizarre experience, as it felt as if he was constantly moving backwards, pulled by someone he hadn't even gotten a good look at yet. Who's ass was he? Was she hot? Did she have a big ass? All mysteries he had no ability to solve. But as the woman stopped walking, he felt her bend over by the subtle motions of his body. The shorts in front of him suddenly descended, and he felt the cotton texture brush along his cheeks. Light suddenly flooded his world, and he saw the woman's walk-in closet around him. Experimenting, he tried looking around only to realize his range of vision was exceptionally limited. He could look down towards the ground, or at a angle slightly above his sight line, but mostly he just stood looking directly forward, only a few feet off of the ground. He tried to find a mirror, to see himself or the woman he was attached to, but that goal was swiftly taken away as he suddenly felt a pair of panties get pulled up his face. they settled in between his cheeks, and were a much tighter fit than the shorts had been. Following them, a new pair of pants followed, and he felt himself restrained as if in a vice. The pants were stretchy, athletic material, and their grey color filled the limited parts of his vision beyond the panties in a monotone color. The stretchy fabric squished his form together, and probably made him look more pert from an outside perspective. He guessed that the woman was getting some kind of work out in. He suddenly felt her walkigng again, though his jiggling was contained somewhat by the running pants, and heard the opening, closing, and locking of a door. Then without a moment's notice, the woman made her way to her workout
