Let it in

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“This where the signal’s coming from?” you gulp nervously as you stand before an inconspicuous looking home, barely holding your ground while your brain imagines every worst case scenario humanly achievable in excruciating detail. It hadn’t even been a week since you applied for a job at the R.S.B. offices, the local agency responsible for dealing with any reality warping, world altering “artifacts” as they put it. You really hoped to qualify for a decently “normal” desk or filing job given your unremarkable results on their physical tests, but here you are, standing right beside the building housing a gamble between some dumb standard cursed object or a potentially omniscient being ready to disassemble you on the spot. Wouldn’t be the worst fate you could think of, at least it’d be quick, you heard practical horror stories during the recruitment meetings - agents being turned into distorted versions of themselves, controlled against their will, hell apparently they hold files on people that supposedly ceased to exist from the public conscious after meeting their fate “Try not to piss yourself rookie” the voice of Mary snaps you out of your thoughts, a plain middle-aged woman and the second most experienced member of your assigned trio who so happily complained about “babysitting an idiot” when she heard you were assigned to her team “Relax kid, it’s probably nothing serious” you are flanked by the gruff voice of Tanner, your current squad leader and the only one out your two coworkers who doesn’t seem to have it out for you “It looks like a relatively weak signal. Probably just some dumbass who found a cursed artifact and started waving it around without a care, nothing to worry about. Now steel yourself, we are going in” 

The front door yields without any resistance, a simple lock pick yielding entrance into the den of whatever’s waiting inside “Why do we have to come without gear or even some uniform?” you nervously ask, staying as close as humanly possible to Tanner as he fumbles with the dowsing rod looking device that guided you here “We are the recon team, supposed to be undercover. Not easy to do if we look like the men in black. Geez, what kind of idiots do they send over nowadays, I can’t th- you disconnect completely halfway through Mary’s insults, unable to pay attention to her as another voice echoes in the back of your mind ‘She’s such an ass isn’t she?’ in spite of the oddness that comes from hearing a disembodied voice in your brain, you find yourself nodding along, agreeing with whatever has spoken those words ‘I can do something about her, she’ll be much nicer. You just have to let me’ any remaining logical cells in your brain screams at you not to do it, to go against the obvious maliciousness in its tone, the obvious supernatural tones influencing your critical thinking capabilities “Sure, go ahead” you speak loud and clear into the room, compelled by the inviting words that transited through your mind. Earning a frown from Mary and a concerned gasp from besides you as whatever knick-knack that Tanner held in his hands begins to go off with alarmingly loud beeps ‘It is done’

You don’t have to wait for long to see the fruits of your decision as Mary stops in place, her body stiff, eyes trying their best to focus only to glaze out between attempts ‘Watch closely’ you do as the voice says, focusing your eyes on her frame until you spot what it, presumably, wanted you to. Subtle ripples of flesh, crawling under her skin as her body mass migrates from its native lands, leaving behind the musculature of her arms and the soft pads of her tummy, all of it crawling down under her jeans. Inch by inch, the firm unremarkable ass under the fabric balloons further from her body, jiggling just a bit more every time some of her body mass trickles down into the two cheeks hidden beneath her clothes. They don’t remain hidden for long as they keep ballooning in size, audibly straining Mary’s trousers around their voluptuous circumference “Mmgh~” earning a relieved grunt from her as the absolute size of her ass breaks past the limits of her jean’s button, snapping it off with enough force to pull out an eye and sliding the edge right off its contours.  Finally freeing the twin fruits of the voice’s labor as her voluminous bubble butt wobbles into view, meaty ripples ravaging through her luscious skin before it settles into a gentle sway as the still unfocused Mary simply stares back at you, softly rocking her hips back and forth with little to no awareness behind her gaze, only stopping to pull her broken jeans up once her mind either deems that you got a good enough look or the remaining parts of her mind that still spin around realize that women aren’t supposed to walk around with their asses bared for the world to see.

“Mary!” Tanner shouts right next to you, concerned for his compromised partner and, thankfully, still unaware that it is most likely your fault that her brain’s empty and her cheeks are bigger than your head “It’s going to be okay rookie, we need to get her out of here, and I’m sure the team back at base can do something about her” he manages the words out, not quite as confident with his tone as you’d like him to be when his hand is so desperately gripping at your shoulder, attempting to grasp his only remaining squad member to try get out from the mess that you’ve spiralled into ‘Isn’t she much better now? No need for any of her smart ass comments, now you can just enjoy that delectable ass without any of those pesky smarts’ you’d swear the voice let out a giggle, apparently quite pleased with its line “N-no change her back” you gather the courage to state your demands, struggling against its influence ‘Oh? Voluptuously vapid isn’t your thing?’ you wince a bit, the grip on your shoulder tightening as a wide-eyed Tanner turns you around to face him. Apparently talking to yourself is not a good way to remain trustworthy “Rookie, is there something you are not telling me?” his expression goes serious, eyes narrowing as he suspects you “I-I’m hearing someone, I think they did that to m-Mary” his grip lessens, and his breathing relaxes as he goes into deep thought for a moment “Okay, listen to me, I’ve seen this before. Something is trying to influence reality through you. Whatever you do, don- ‘Don’t focus on what he’s saying, focus on these’ you are about to question what the voice entails when Tanner’s hands loosen from your shoulders only to clamp down around your wrists. He forces them up and into his chest, insistently pressing your palms into his body “Tanner?” you ask, peeking at his face to see equally worried eyes reflecting at you, whatever he is being forced to do is clearly not of his own volition ‘Squeeze’ you do as it says, squeezing your hands around his flat chest only to grasp around a small, nearly unnoticeable curve “Mmmf~” a little noise attempts to escape from his lips, his eyes remain closed amidst the humiliation he’s being put through. You wish you could do the same, but the two bumps under his shirt are too attention grabbing to do so, slowly rising up as the rest of his frame visibly withers down. Every squeeze subtracting more volume from his body and into the space just above his pectorals, draining away his mass to feed the burgeoning set of mounds growing right onto your grabby hands.

‘He’s coming out great, keep at it’ the voice encourages you, quite obviously enjoying the shared distress of the situation “C-cut it ou- mmh~” he whimpers and squirms mid-protest, his voice a noticeably higher pitch now that the body mass around his neck is drifting into the supple tits pushing against your digits “N- oooh~” you shut your eyes, unable to look at him as you keep on groping the soft pair of tits. Soft, welcoming flesh folds under the pressure of your digits, inviting you deeper into their depths as each grope keeps on adding onto their pillowy softness, their size ever more evident under your prodding limbs as their firm flesh overflows through the gaps in between your fingers. Their considerable size far past what your hands can confidently grasp as your hands are pushed under the round orbs, forced to squeeze at their sides, incapable of grabbing the full heft of the growing pair of melons “More Please” you snap your eyes open at the wanton pleas, gazing upon the results of your handiwork as it squirms beneath your touch. A sweat covered face flushed beet reed at the cheeks, plump inviting lips parted between labored breaths, adoring eyes looking right into your features with deep longing need through the gaps between long lashes “Oooh~” openly enjoying herself as you squeeze into her huge breasts once more, their firm flesh overflowing the neckline of her top before it bounces back into shape with a serviceable jiggle of her milky cleavage.

‘She came out pretty well didn’t she?’ you shake your head in immediate disagreement “No, I don’t want t-” ‘Not a fan of that either? Let me tone her down’ just like that, the beauty that was once Tanner stops squirming from your grasp, her eyes go dull and mindless just like Mary’s. Her brown locks darken with a fresh coat of raven black filaments, the same plump lips previously parted in needy moans shine with a newly applied black lipstick. The gray top covering her bountiful tits starts to melt, going skin tight against her body as it joins with her jeans until it barely covers any inch of her skin through its translucent fabric ‘There, no need for her to be all over you, you can just let her take care of things around here. I even added a gothic flair. I hear those are popular nowadays’ the woman walks off at the voice’s words, giving you a view of her surprisingly nice ass held back only by a black thong through her see-through mesh suit as she bends over at the waist, pulling things out of the kitchen fridge.

“Why are you doing this? Turn them back!” you break, ashamed of your incapacity to resist the voice’s influence and of the tent raging through your pants after that display ‘This was just a mere fraction of what I can do, boy. I can turn them back, sure. If you let me inhabit your body. Just let me in, nice and easy, and I’ll turn them back’ Its intentions clear, you take a step back towards the door “I’m not going through with whatever you are doing” you manage to get the words through shaky lips, anxiously scanning your surroundings as you are unsure of your own safety at this point ‘Shame, I have no need for an unwilling vessel’ you are unsure of what those words imply, but you are not about to fuck around and find out. You dash towards the front door ‘You are going nowhere’ or at least attempt to, immediately face planting onto the floor when your legs give like jelly “Hhg”you groan and writhe on the cold ceramic underneath your frame, spine bent in an arc as you feel its influence coursing through you, its uncomfortable, much more than what Mary or Tanner’s demise would’ve made you think. Every one of your limbs aches with dull pain, providing less support for your body with each passing moment as they are drained of any musculature ‘Where should we put all of this, huh?’ it mocks you, clearly pleased with your discomforted body ‘Well I’ve made two nice asses today, let’s go three for three’ you groan, weight pilling on your lower body as all of its lost flesh becomes building blocks heading directly for your behind “Mmmagh~”you can feel the mass entering each of your cheeks, delicately settling into fatty deposits above your glutes, swelling up your ass with soft grabbable meat. The growing asset spares nothing, going for even your jewels as they shrivel out to feed its hunger “Aah~” you moan, head pressed into the floor as you struggle with the loss of your anatomy and the increasing weight of your lower body, each extra inch of ass straining the capabilities of your lean anatomy “Mmmh~”you groan, the strain on your spine is too much for your position, and it gives under the heft of your cheeks with a satisfying pop, incidentally showcasing the lovely jiggle of your immense bubble butt ‘Perfect, now get comfortable and pose. I’m going to need some bait for the support team that’s sure to come after losing three of their agents, and you surely fit the part babe’ you can’t resist its call, inevitably standing up on a foreign set of legs, ass and thighs wobbling like overfilled jelly bowls on your way to the inviting surface of a nearby couch “Hmmf” you give out a cutesy sound as you drop your weight on it, deforming the cushions under the load of your hefty derrière. Putting your oversized cheeks on display through skin tight pants that do little to hide their curves, now and forever a mindless piece of meat so “it” can find someone useful, a vessel much less buns than you.