From Pushy to Big Tushy Ch 5

Six months after the transformation

Rosie (to pretty much everyone)

Rachel stared at me across the hightop table, back at the same bar where this all started. She hadn't frozen the whole bar this time, but she had done something to Jake where he was now fixated on the basketball game on the various bar TVs, oblivious to what we were saying. I felt oddly vulnerable without his assuring confidence to which I'd become so accustomed.

"So, you and Jakey-Wakey, huh?" She teased. "Is he really as perfect of a boyfriend as you've been shouting on social media?"

I self-consciously put my hand on the binder of arguments I'd prepared, written evidence of how our balanced relationship demonstrated his worth as a boyfriend, one any girl would be lucky to have.

"Yes, he is." I claimed insistently. "Look, can we just do this?" I asked, trying hard to sound confident and assertive while tossing my styled tresses behind me.

She shrugged. "Sure."

I flipped open my binder, and started to read.

"Jake is a great boyfriend, for a lot of reasons." I read the text, slightly conscious of my simplistic but earnest prose. I'd found it difficult to write with the sophistication I know I'd had previously, but I knew I'd still put together the best argument I could. "He's really sweet most of the time, and a good provider, and -"

"Woah there, Red, we don't need to turn this into an 8th grade book report." She told me, a condescending smile on her face. She snapped her fingers and my binder disappeared. That bitch.

"Let's keep it simple. I'll ask you just three questions, and if he sounds like a great, respectful boyfriend then I'll give you the option to change back."

I hesitated and fumed, my weeks of work on the binder now a complete waste. But with no other choice, I nodded my readiness.

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Question 1

"How is his communication? Does he speak to you respectfully? How does he talk about you to his friends? Does he demean you with comments on your body?"

Shit. My mind flashed back to this morning, when I'd been getting ready to meet his friends with him for brunch.

Jake's friend Randy was getting married in two months, and the brunch was organized to have all the groomsmen and bridesmaids meet before getting fitted for the dresses and tuxes.

I was in the shower, washing my body, when he peeked through the curtain. I was perhaps enjoying the spraying attachment a bit more than necessary.

"Cmon Rosie, if you play with your slutty pussy all morning we're gonna be late. Move it!"

Perhaps worse, he'd introduced me to every new person as 'Rosie' instead of Rosalyn. The name was everywhere now, practically everyone called me by the nickname.

It had even infected my work, my supervisor having updated my name tag without asking.

No one called me Rosalyn anymore, and it was Jake's fault.

Now I had grudgingly accepted it even though it still kind of felt like a little girl's name.

I also thought of when I'd read his message to Rome, and his casual assertiveness over my body. He was definitely a guy who used "locker room talk".

Back in the present, I tried to answer without letting on my feelings on the matter.

"Well, I mean, I guess sometimes he can be -"

Rachel held up a hand. "That's a no." I didn't protest, since I'd failed to pretend that even I believed he communicated equally with me.

She'd gotten a pen and napkin and made two columns on it, "good" and "bad". She marked a tally into a column below the word "bad'.

Shit.

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Question 2

"When you have sex, how often is it just because he wants to? What about the last time you had sex? Was it your idea?" She asked, looking at me expectantly.

Ah crap. This was embarrassing.

"Well. . . the last time we had sex was. . . " I looked at my watch. ". . .about 20 minutes ago. In the car, right before we came in." I looked away, mortified, wondering if she could tell I was still slightly sweaty from our exertions.

I had put on some perfume after in the hope she wouldn't smell it on me. Had she? God, why was I such a slut with him?

Despite myself I thought about earlier, body flushing at the naughtiness of it and the embarrassment in admitting it to Rachel.

We'd pulled into the parking lot in Jake's brand new Cybertruck. I'd thought the vehicle was really stupid looking at first, when he'd told me he was going to get one, but after weeks of him bragging about all the features I guess I could see the appeal.

We'd been about 10 minutes early to meet Rachel and he'd suggested we 'Christen' the new truck with a quickie in the back seat. It wouldn't have been the first time we had sex in the parking lot just before meeting someone. The taboo and risk of getting caught was kind of thrilling. At other times.

This time I'd tried to say no, explaining to him how important this meeting was, without being specific why. Jake didn't really seem to care.

And, of course, he had talked me into it anyways.

To try to make it go faster, I sucked his dick to get him good and ready, my now trademark long red nails flashing in the sunlight shining through the windshield.

I should have known he wouldn't be satisified with that. A blowjob apparently wasn't the proper "Christening".

Soon my skirt and panties were off and he sat on the console as I held on to a headrest in the rear seats and fucked myself on his cock. He thrust in time with my motions, and I squealed like I did almost every time he fucked me. Somehow, it never got old.

I couldn't ignore the pleasure once my jiggly cheeks started clapping to the rhythm of our mutual thrusts, and I vocalized my pleasure over and over.

It was surprisingly roomy in this thing . . . it was cool, I guess.

I was sure this wouldn't be the only time we fucked in his wankpanzer.

"Make sure you pull out, baby!" I'd asked, realizing he was at the last minute. That was really important, lately.

Jake had grunted, then reluctantly pulled out, careful to unload all of his load onto my ass to not stain any inch of his precious new vehicle.

Even now I imagined I could still feel the heat of his (now very dangerous) cum on my fluffy ass, beneath my skirt and panties, even though I'd hastily used some napkins to wipe it all off.

"And did he pressure you into it? Or was it your idea?"

"He talked me into it." I admitted. "I didn't want to be late for this meeting, obviously, so I didn't want to at first, but he convinced me we had time. Just like he always does." I winced as she put another tally under 'bad boyfriend'. "But he made me cum, like really hard, so it shouldn't count!" I said desperately and overly loudly, mortified when I noticed the entire table next to us turn their heads and laugh at my outburst. I covered my face with the menu, cheeks then as red as my hair and nails.

Rachel shrugged and also put a tally under "good boyfriend', generously. "It's not like this is scientific anyways."

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Question 3.

"When you guys disagree on something big, does he respect your viewpoints? Or brush you off?"

"Oh, um. . ." I tried to think of something where I'd had the care and willpower to seriously disagree with Jake recently, but it was surprisingly hard. "Well, I don't really mind that he makes most of the decisions. . ." I said lamely, as she rolled her eyes at me. "He did ask for anal that one time, but he dropped it when I said no!" I said proudly. She didn't blink, clearly unimpressed at my "win".

"I know you're a pushover Rosie, but there has to be something else you've disagreed on in the last six months." She demanded pointedly.

The memory hit me then; our big disagreement from last month. I definitely did not want to tell her about that one.

"Nope, nothing." I lied.

Rachel's pen hovered over the left column, about to tie up the count at 2-2. But then she stopped, and skewered me with a look.

"You're lying." Then her voice took on an inexorable heaviness. "Tell me the truth."

My lips started moving, without my control. "Well, a month ago my birth control ran out and when I went to get it refilled at the pharmacy they rejected it!" I whined, the indignity still fresh in my mind. "That stupid new policy went into effect." Rachel nodded, clearly having strong feelings on the subject too but not interrupting.

"I heard about this company in Canada that would mail prescriptions into the US, now that it's banned here. It's illegal to do it, but I was going to anyways, but Jake stopped me."

"What did he say?" She asked, the hovering pen moving a bit to the right. My eyes locked onto it, afraid, but I couldn't stop talking.

"He said 'I didn't vote for this stuff just to break the new laws right after. I'll just use condoms or pull out, and whatever happens, happens.'" I looked away, knowing how she'd feel about this. "I mean, he knows what he's talking about, I shouldn't break the law. He's just protecting me, right?" I questioned her, hopeful she would understand Jake's side even if it had been hard for me to accept too.

"Does he always wear a condom, then?" She asked.

The phantom feeling of his cum on my ass flashed again. "Well, no. . . he says he loves how my pussy feels bareback too much to wear them every time, and, you know- he always pulls out - except that one time two weeks ago, I guess - and he said he wouldn't do that again - and I was worried but didn't get pregnant, so-" I babbled until Rachel cut me off with a raised hand. She'd already put the tally in the right column when I hadn't been looking. It was 3-1, bad to good.

Was that it? That couldn't be it.

"He's a great boyfriend, I swear!" I insisted to her desperately. "If he isn't, then how did he make a girl like me fall in love with him?" I asked loudly, thinking this truth might win a point.

The words were out of my mouth before I considered them, and it took me a second to realize what I'd said. I brought a hand up to cover my mouth, but I couldn't stuff the words back in.

Rachel looked surprised for only a moment before recovering with a growing smile.

"You're right, Rosie, it's not for me to tell you that your lover boy is a bad guy. That's for you to decide." She wadded up the napkin scorecard and threw it into Jake's lap, who hadn't heard a word of the entire conversation. He blinked, starting the slow process of coming around.

"And it's also not for me to get in the way of true love!" Rachel stood as if to go.

"You're not going to change me back?" I asked in my most pathetic voice, suddenly remembering the whole point of this. Her shake of the head filled me with dismay and tiny bit of another less negative emotion. I squashed it.

I wallowed in my feelings for a moment, unable to believe I was stuck with this body, with it's sexy plushness and incessantly needy libido that was matched only by my boyfriend's.

"Rachel, please!" I pleaded. She just shook her head, not looking at all sympathetic. She grabbed her purse. The finality of my situation started to settle in.

"Wait!" I put my hand on her arm. I tried to salvage something, at least. "Can you at least . . . help me with birth control?" I begged quietly, looking up into her eyes before checking to see that Jake was still fuzzy amd not listening.

Rachel looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged. "Why not?"

She thought for a moment. "I don't think I can make him wear condoms if he really hates them . . ." She put a hand to her lips, then smiled at me deviously. "I know. . .:

She reached a hand out to Jake, and poked him between the eyes. I thought I saw a spark, and he squirmed for a second.

"There!" She smiled again. "Problem solved."

"What did you do?" I asked, slightly concerned she'd made him not want to fuck me anymore or something.

"It's an elegant solution. You both get what you want. Now any time you ask him to have anal sex, he can't refuse. Any time you're worried about getting knocked up, just have him use the back door. You won't be the only girl trying this in the current political climate, I'm afraid."

I gasped in horror at her solution. "But I don't want to have anal sex!"

"Ugh, really? What do you want from me?" Rachel sighed exasperatedly. "Fine! You've become quite the little princess, haven't you?" She then came around the table and poked me, right on my plump skirt-covered cheek. A warmth flared from her finger, traveling from my cheek to my panty-covered rosebud. "There."

"Ungh." I said, the strange feeling in my ass stealing my words.

She was now saying something else, but I couldn't focus. ".. . . and I'm not a monster. . ." Errr the feeling was so strong. "any one change you want, just think really hard about it. . . " I didn't really hear what she'd said, too distracted by the crazy feelings.

The weird twisty sensation flowed in my backdoor, anus tingling as the nerves on the surface and within that virgin cavity doubled, then doubled again. My legs quivered, becoming wobbly. "Oooh." I moaned. "Ooooooooh." I steadied myself with a hand on the table.

"Whu - what did you do?" I asked breathily, alarmed at how good the sensation had felt.

"I rewired things for you a bit 'down there'. It might still be uncomfortable, but now anal pressure will also stimulate your g-spot like crazy. I'm not a sex doctor but you might have even better orgasms this way, and it certainly complements that dump truck you're carrying around. And it should help keep you from getting knocked up, of course, if you use it wisely." She paused and looked at me expectantly.

I just looked at her, shocked.

"So. . . you're welcome. . ." She said, leadingly.

"Oh, uh, thanks. I guess." I said quickly, not wanting to anger her further.

I rubbed my bubble butt absently while mulling over what she'd just done to me.

This 'solution' was not what I had had in mind.

"I'll tell you what, let's talk again in a couple of years," Rachel said. "We'll see where you're at then."

"Two years!?" I exclaimed, unable to process it.

Rachel mimed dusting her hands, clearly thinking her work here was done. She started walking to the door. "Have a good life, Rosie!" She called over her shoulder, snapping her fingers just before opening the door.

Jake awoke, slowly coming to full coherence. He blinked at me and smiled. "Oooh, the playoffs!" He said, noticing the basketball game on the many TVs in the bar. "Let's stay and watch, and get some wings." He signaled the waitress to order a beer and wings, getting a glass of wine for me without asking.

I sighed forlornly, and considered chasing the witch. Ultimately I decided it was a bad idea.

Instead, lacking other options, I settled in next to Jake in the booth. His smell and arm around my shoulders were annoyingly familiar as I mulled my fate to continue living as his girlfriend, at least in the near future.

I'd be Rosie for a while, unless I somehow found another witch.

Not likely.

But with having failed Rachel's test, nothing really bound me to Jake anymore.

I don't actually LOVE Jake, I insisted to myself. That's stupid.

I could just leave, once I untangle our finances and figure out an exit plan.

That might take a little while. A couple of months, likely. In the meantime, I had to avoid any. . . accidents.

I rubbed my butt again. Could Rachel's solution work?

I guess it's worth a shot. . . I insisted to myself.

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A week later

Jake

Jake felt amazing as he looked down at his girlfriend's ass from above, her body prone before him on the bed. Her manicured little hand was reaching behind her ass, trying to fit his lubricated dick into her anus. She rubbed the helmet of his dick against her rosebud and moaned as if she'd just rubbed her clit.

With a little more work, she finally got the head into her forbidden passage.

Rosie worked her hips slowly, the motion pretty familiar since she was very experienced being taken from behind at this point.

But she wasn't going deep, only allowing his dick to go in slightly by using her hand as she worked herself up.

Jake allowed this for a while, content to enjoy this taboo, something no other girlfriend had ever allow him to do. It obviously felt amazing too.

Rosie slowly worked his dick into her until-now-virgin back door, going a little further each time into the lubricated passage.

She moaned beneath him, clearly a little overwhelmed at the novel sensations, but he was pretty certain the mewling sound she'd just made hadn't been ALL pain.

A dozen slow and gentle thrusts later controlled by Rosie and he'd finally bottomed out. Ugh, finally! Jake's dick filled her backdoor, and he felt like the most important man alive.

The shocking thing was that this was her idea.

He'd asked to try anal before several months ago, but for once hadn't pressed it when she declined.

Jake tried thrusting experimentally, but Rosie used her hand to block him from going too fast, despite also moaning again at the sensation.

He grabbed her wrist possessively, pushing it up to her lower back and out of the way. He'd control the rhythm, and she'd thank him later. Probably.

Rosie half-heartedly tried to put her hand back to have some control, but Jake batted it firmly but gently away. She didn't try again.

Jake started to thrust gently, now claiming his girlfriend's ass in full.

It felt great, incredibly tight, and Rosie even seemed to like it too based on the increasing pitch of her moans as he started to increase the pace of his cock sawing in and out of her well-lubricated ass.

God, I could marry this ass! Jake thought, reveling in his final conquering of her.

He put his hand possessively on the plump left cheek, then raised his hand and smacked it. Rosie moaned girlishly, and Jake's dick got harder. He smacked it again, and a red hand print started to coalesce.

He decided to pick up the pace now that she was acclimated, starting to thrust harder and deeper. Rosie squealed, and he saw her hands grab the comforter of the bed tightly, but the sound just urged him on.

Rosie moaned again, just before she quivered into a shockingly powerful orgasm from the anal stimulation. Wow! he thought, not having expected a girl to actually cum from getting her ass fucked. He certainly didn't mind.

Jake had no idea why she'd all of the sudden decided to give up her last physical bastion, but he was sure enjoying it.

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Afterwards as he cuddled his girlfriend's plush form, Jake contemplated his relationship now that it had reached this new level. Rosie really was perfect in so many ways, even if now she was shivering slightly at the shock of what they'd just done, and likely her suprise at how much she'd liked it.

Maybe it's finally time to introduce her to Mom? he wondered.

He'd only ever introduced one other girlfriend to his mom Janet, and it had been a disaster. He'd dated a liberal girl named Mikayla for nearly a year, and the sex had been great. Not as good as with Rosie though, obviously. But at the dinner, she'd droned on to his conservative mother about women's rights this, fascist government that. . . his mom had not been impressed. The relationship had crumbled soon after, and he'd sworn off liberal girls forever after that.

Still, his mother had been asking more and more insistently to meet his new little fling. She'd friended her on social media and saw how gushing Rosie was about her son, and was starting to get offended they hadn't been introduced yet.

They'd been dating for six months and he still hadn't introduced her?

They even lived together already? Janet definitely had some issues with that, as a Christian mother, even though she understood Rosie had started as just a subletter.

Jake knew he wanted to be with Rosie, at least for a long while yet, but was his girlfriend really 'the one'? He was worried his mom would disapprove.

It was a question without an easy answer.

But who knows? Maybe Rosie would really impress his mom, a feat in which all others had failed.

It was difficult, he knew; his mom could be pretty pushy, after all.

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Author note: Is Rosie just a fling for Jake or is it true love? What's next for Rosie? I think the remaining content will go in one (long) final chapter, but we'll see. I'm beefing it up a little more too.