The door slid open quietly, from it emerged a dark and white blur slinking along the long room of desks and research equipment. It stopped in front of a desk and began to type rapidly in front of a computer, pausing briefly between newly opened windows. “I’ve got it, here I go!” said Rouge while inserting a USB, she didn’t remember where and how she got here, all the bat knew was that she needed to collect the data and get out.
“The researchers will be arriving soon, extract the weapon schematics, and then make your exit.” said a voice from inside her ear, a GUN agent was relaying her information about the facility.
“Done” Rouge whispered as she withdrew the USB from the computer; the agent smirked, covering her tracks when suddenly - her ears perked up. The door knob began to turn.
A group of men poured into the room, exchanging rants about superiors and their ridiculous expectations and deadlines. Rouge was nowhere to be found; she escaped into a small vent long before they could discover her thanks to her sharp hearing.
The little spy looked back and giggled as she proceeded through the long opening. “New plan, exit through the next vent.” the voice commanded, Rouge dropped down into a large, dark space.
Tables were scattered across the room, dim lights emanated from vending machines that hummed softly on two ends of the room; a cafeteria. The petite spy crept up on one of the thick columns supporting the room. She crept forward, and took a brief glance at one of the machines; it carried a variety of soup, pies, and desserts.
“Food…” she thought, her large, teal eyes focused on a pie, the bat could almost recall something about it. Rouge began to feel her chest throb in a sporadic rhythm.
“Not now!” she hissed, her hand rested on her right breast. The hand moved with each quiver, something inside made her boob surge and decline in small, rapid movements; it actually felt good.
“Rouge, what is it?” questioned the agent.
“Nothing… it’s-” Rouge paused, she found herself sitting next to one of the tables with a bowl of half-finished pork ramen resting in front of her, she blinked in confusion.
“Are you eating?” asked the GUN agent.
“I’m not eating, I don’t even remember…” she looked again with utter surprise. "Oh my God..." her lips mouthed softly. The first bowl was now empty, a second was now being worked on, and slice of apple pie was partially eaten on the table. The bat’s stomach gurgled with a warm sensation of broth. "I must be dreaming..." Rouge thought.
“You’re hungry” said the voice in her earpiece, “Take some of the pills”
A pile of “Mega G” pills alongside the bottle suddenly emerged onto the table.
“Pills? How did… I-I can’t!” the little bat stuttered, “If I do, I’ll…!”
Rouge directed a finger toward her chest and slowly looked down. Her spy unitard was missing, replaced with a black sports tank top and elastic pants; traces of pie crumbs were resting on her left boob.
Rouge took one look and wiped the crumbs off her chest,
“Geh! Gaah!?” the black top jiggled with each swipe; shaking and swaying more than usual. She made a soft gasp, and with both hands seized her soft boob from rocking; Rouge took a hard swallow.
“Big…” she muttered. “When did I?” she looked back on the table, some of the pills were now missing; an abrupt tightness emerged from her chest. “What the-”, Rouge gawked backed down, quickly feeling around her bosom. Her shapely breasts grew steadily, dancing and vibrating to each touch her leaping fingers made along her chest.
She opened her tank collar and peeked inside; the bottom of her supple, pink lip dropped slightly, and both eyebrows hugged each other over her beautiful, broad eyes. The agent’s perfect, soft breasts were filling beneath her clothes, stretching and expanding every corner of fabric from her favorite, black sports top. Her jugs grew fuller and fuller, rising like dough, taking her deep cleavage along for the ride; it threatened to burst and erupt from her top.
Rouge lifted her jugs and observed; deeply inhaling from her nose, watching her chest slowly rise, and then with puffed up face, exhaled. “Almost - three cup sizes.” she sighed, letting her heaving breasts drop. Her hands were now resting on the arms of her chair, ready to push herself up. “Calm yourself, Rouge,” she assured, “you’re still small enough to -" Rouge gasped, her hips caught on to something.
“Uhnn!” she tried once more, but in vain. Her eyes registered forward with both concern and confusion; everything was shrinking, looked smaller... The spy looked back at her chair, and with a look of shock and embarrassment, swore quietly. Her ass had ballooned to large proportions, trapping Rouge to her shrinking chair. It’s not that she was fat, but her body had grown larger – and shapelier.
She slowly reached back, and hesitated to touch her enlarged cheek, “I-I must be dreaming, this can’t be!” she cried inside her head, “My body… I’m huge!” Her fingers crept closer toward her bloated cheek, her rear grew impatient. With short, soft groan, her ass had flared up to meet her touch, bouncing in and out of her fingers from it's sudden growth. “H-hey!” Rouge shrilled, her hand dug down to arrest the top of her butt’s quivering.
“Rouge!” the Gun agent barked on the communicator, “a guard is making his way just outside the hall; it’s time to go!” The bat looked up in a panic, pushing and wriggling her hips out of the chair, causing the structure to creak and groan. She felt another surge coming, apple cider donuts. "HnnnnNN!" Rouge wined as her eyes and teeth clenched tightly from her struggle. It wasn't her imagination, the chair was definitely shrinking, it creaked and groaned as it wobbled to smaller and smaller increments; with her body reacting to it's mischief. Her hips fought back with their growth, becoming softer and fuller, taking the hems of her sweat pants up for a ride. The chair exploded, and her hips stopped expanding, her poor sweat pants looked like biker shorts on her exaggerated hourglass. Rouge held her arms close her massive chest and collapsed backwards.
Everything blacked out. Rouge found herself lying on the hallway floor of her apartment looking up at the ceiling. The white bat calmly stared into nothingness, collecting herself, and remembering everything. “So, the whole freak show, the circus act, it was all a dream…” she concluded with her eyes closed. Rouge reached for her forehead as she played each scene in her mind. “All these jobs, bizarre missions - they're all getting to my head. I need a vacation, and I’m calling it in now. But first…” she said to herself. The spy remembered not having breakfast – no, she did. She could feel it, “the taste of pancakes in my mouth,” she thought while licking her smooth lips, “exactly what I craved; the feeling of syrup touching my-…”
Rouge opened her eyes and looked at her body. She found herself looking at a valley of cleavage, “My girls! My C cups!” she hissed. Her eyes navigated over the large mounds she called breasts, meeting them back at a reflection. Her thighs were plump, and her oversized tits were now climbing over the poor breast plate, which was starting to split from the top. Rouge only had a moment to stare back into her eyes, sporting her favorite blue eye shadow, before her body began to grow. Her mounds wobbled to greet her as they elevated to her eyes. “Stupid boobs!” she growled; her hands gave them a soft, angry push down.
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