Ema and Yasmin Part 2 (Patreon)

PART 2

“The fuck happened?” Yasmin croaked through her brain fog, still recovering from the transportation as she flexed her core, placed her arms on the ground beneath her, bent her leg, and attempted to stand up. However, she felt an immense weight on her left side, an anchor chaining her to the gymnasium floor, as well as an apparent numbness in her leg on the same side. Stunned by this curious sensation, Yasmin abruptly came vividly back to her senses, her eyesight cleared and processing of her surroundings sharpened, revealing her new bodily predicament, with the same rival. 

“For fuck’s sake…” Yasmin muttered as she ran her right hand over the curves of her new shared set of hips, exploring the seemingly enlarged curves of her own side with more rounded edges, and full and engorged thighs that led her eyes across to the cream counterpart that lay where another of her own once did. The new flesh from the second teleportation invaded the other half, almost swallowing the entire thigh as its brown mass pressed tightly up against and molded around Ema’s. Yasmin smiled to herself. The intense jealousy and competitive spirit had not yet left their now joined bodies, and the idea of her bodily superiority, her undeniably larger, more powerful assets completely overpowering that of her most bitter competitor delighted, and slightly aroused the curvy robotics teacher. Continuing her scan over her new body, Yasmin’s gaze quickly latched onto their shared hips, from which two contrastingly colored masses distinctly grew out and twisted inward, both Ema’s entire upper body and her own, now shared a single pair of legs. 

From this new intimately close torso, Yasmin could not avoid the similarly engorged breasts that now stood between her and the still unconscious Romanian. The enormous mammaries, which even in their previous form completely trumped the American’s, were now even fuller and perkier, with the pale skin of her body partner wrapping the masses extremely tightly, visibly taught and absent from any wrinkles of loose skin. At the same time, Yasmin’s own breasts seemed to have shrunk, although exasperated by the intense pressure from the other pair, they seemed sucked in closer to her chest, flatter and less pronounced, at the benefit of appearing slightly perkier. The previous feeling of her sexual superiority over her foe quickly morphed into an intensified repeat of the immense envy that filled her as soon as Ema had spun her around, the feeling of being physically pushed backward to where she was constantly leaning back by the sheer force of another woman’s superior bustline enraged Yasmin. 

An unbridled desire to push against the woman beside her rose, to stuff her mass with as much force and pressure as she could muster, no matter how futile, to establish a dominant position, to overcome this insurmountable opponent for her own satisfaction. Yasmin had no desire to pull away or stretch desperately in the opposite direction, rather she wanted to suffocate Ema, she envisioned rolling onto their side and pushing her thigh towards the ground, crushing Ema’s smaller leg underneath its enormous mass, to totally envelop the other half of their now shared ass with her larger cheek, she wished to push through the Romanian and absorb her assets for her own. Quickly becoming lost in this invigorated fantasy, Yasmin blinked hard and violently shook her head, returning to the situation at hand, shifting that passionate rage towards the inventor with the thousand-yard stare on the stage before her. 

“What is this? You said it would fix us! All you’ve done is push us closer together you moron!” Yasmin shouted, reverting back to her classic teacher voice attempting to contain the rowdy classroom, the bellowing bass of which, mere centimeters from her ear, quickly awoke Ema whose eyes followed a near identical initial path to that of Yasmin, except with an initial look of horror when viewing their lower body, followed by a smug grin as her gaze rose to her undeniably superior bustline. 

“Aww, why so angry little American? Can’t escape these beauties pushed up against your little titties anymore?” Ema taunted, leaning in even closer and forcing Yasmin to lean even further backwards, now almost at a 45-degree angle to the ground. 

Yasmin gathered herself, breathing deeply so as to not fall for Ema’s instigation attempts, focusing on the task of a separation solution. 

“Izzy, is there any other way you can use that thing to try and separate us, cause right now it just seems to only be bringing us closer and closer” Yasmin tried her best to say calmly, but with an unavoidable tinge of animosity.

“I- I don’t know for sure, I can try and invert some of the polarity, best case scenario you guys get reverted back to that thing on your… stomachs with the, you know and then we go back one more time… but worst case, I honestly have no idea what could happen, this thing was just meant to move apples I never tested for, this.” 

“If you think there’s even a chance in hell you can make your device get me away from this crazy bitch, I want you to do it okay?” Yasmin urged to the reply of a nod from Isaiah as he ducked behind the control panel once again

“Crazy bitch? Who the fuck you talking to eh? Curse me all you want but you know you’ll never have these breasts” Ema continued to taunt and tease, cupping her hands underneath her tits and shaking them up and down, her hard nipples flicking and brushing against Yasmin’s before poking directly into them with perfect symmetry and Ema once again pressed forward, now wrapping her arms around Yasmin’s waist and back, pulling her closely in to increase the pressure. 

“You can’t get away from me again little Yasmin, I’m the better woman and you know it. You have problem with me? Take it out on me, not my son, right now. No running away now that I have half the legs either.” Ema chuckled heartily in Yasmin’s face, maintaining a deep and intimate eye contact that dared the American to fight back, her upper body incapacitated with her arms stuck by her sides, pinned by Ema’s grasp, her breasts clearly overpowered and no other way to fight back, she targeted the only remaining weak point. 

In a labored movement, Yasmin lifted her enormous leg and planted it atop Ema’s, sitting the pair cross-legged and pinning Ema’s smaller leg to the ground, hopelessly immovable beneath the sheer weight of Yasmin’s soft, fleshy thigh. The overflowing mass from Yasmin’s leg in this new position also resulted in unintended friction against the pair’s now shared vagina, her thighs' smooth, supple surface gently caressing their labia and clitoris with every tug and wobble, sending an immediate, extremely intense sensation through each of their torsos, a feedback loop of sensitivity and erotic pleasure emanating from their shared base of the spine and rippling throughout their central nervous system. Taken aback by this sudden burst of pleasure, Ema’s grip loosened, allowing Yasmin’s arms to break free, which she quickly employed to reach around behind their shared legs, taking a short moment to grope and squeeze her now even more voluptuous rear, exploring its new curves and softness, its increased size now planting the women on an uneven slant when seated, before taking a firm grip with one ass cheek in each hand and pushing them tightly together, ensuring to clench and tighten the parts of their lower body she remained in control of for added pressure and intensity. Using her larger assets to her advantage, Yasmin now possessed a clearly dominant and superior position in the women’s struggle, stunning and suppressing her Romanian rival for several seconds. 

After a few moments, Ema managed to recover, regaining the use of her arms to continue pushing her engorged breasts into Yasmin’s chest to combat her lower-body domination. However, as Ema attempted this, Yasmin would respond by continuing to straighten and bend her leg over the top of Ema’s increasing the stimulation to their vagina and disarming Ema in pleasure once again. 

Their struggle became a battle of endurance. Their physical endurance was tested as they desperately struggled to maintain a grip and hold on the other, each refusing to yield into submission with defiant resilience as well as their sexual endurance as each battled against their instincts with all their might to prevent giving in to an orgasm which would spell their certain defeat. For minutes the two held this position. Ema’s swollen tits pressed up against Yasmin’s girlish chest, squeezing and pressing, increasing in sides as flesh expanded out of the sides, whilst at the same time, Yasmin maintained her dominant position over the lower body, pinning Ema’s scrawny in comparison leg to the ground, limiting her mobility drastically whilst she suffocated the Romanian’s rear with the immense pressure from her rippling ass. A stalemate. 

Both women’s limbs cried to give out, their assets becoming bruised and swollen from the friction and pressure, and each felt on the brink of crumbling. In a simultaneous, almost telepathic act, each woman resorted to her final option, in perfect symmetry each darted their face in quickly towards the other, shooting their tongues into each other’s mouth powerfully. Both women’s eyes burst open, mere millimeters away from each other in a mutual shock, an expression which quickly shifted to a newfound level of determination and competitiveness. The pair maintained deep eye contact, daring the other to blink as their tongues wrestled from inside their mouths, each forcing its way on top of the other, trying to pin it to the bottom of the opponent’s mouth, resulting in a slobbering struggle from inside their locked lips. Their battle for dominance now encompassed every inch of their bodies. Their tits, asses, thighs, tongues, lips, and eyes were all inescapably bound to a fierce competition of womanhood, neither yielding their position of dominance to their rival. Until the unmistakable whirring of the teleporter rang out once again, and Isiaih’s head popped out front behind the console. 

“Okay! I think I got it! Let's just hope this wooooo-oh my god” he stammered after peering over, trying to cover his eyes but unable to avoid staring at the tangled mess of feminine lust situated before him, ultimately ducking back behind the console and powering on the machine. Although neither woman could release from their position, fiercely determined to maintain their dominance until the very last moment, the two women remained closer to one another than ever before, every piece of flesh tightly pressed up against each other, their breasts and ass squeezed up against each other, and their mouths locked against one another, their tongues continuing to slide off and press against each other. 

In their stance of unmatched closeness, the teleporter once again powered on, released its beam of blinding light, and the silhouette of the curvy mass that once stood on the stage, once again returned to the back.