Renovated collection

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“This the place? It looks, well…” You take a side-eyed glance at Mason, uneasiness drawn over his features. You can’t really blame him, not even a week contracted into your home renovation gig, and you’ve already brought him to some rotting mansion in the outskirts of town “Decrepit? I know, but the client is paying a pretty penny to get this place up and running by Friday. Apparently he managed to convince some poor soul to buy it so we need to make sure it looks at least habitable” you say, hands fumbling to get the keys in through the broken down lock of the door until something finally clicks in place, and the door slides open “Aha!” only to welcome you to a dusty room, and the potential record holder for the “Most cobwebs strung around a couch” title “Forget decrepit, are you sure this is not a haunted house or something? No dude dressed as a ghoul is going to jump scare me, right?” Even through his half-hearted attempt to lighten the mood, you can tell that he’s still pretty uncomfortable, not like you can do anything about it. A job is a job, and you are already on site, so you get to work, even when your fingers practically disappear through the cobwebs on the couch “Yikes”. 

“Mr. Hill, you might want to see this” you sigh halfway through disassembling some broken down furniture. Buckling your tools onto your belt, you head towards Mason’s voice “I told you, just Aaron is fine… w- what is this?” you stop dead in your tracks, awed at the sight before you: an uneasy Mason, a parted bookshelf and a very clearly supposed to be hidden door “I tried to move the bookcase sir and it just… well did that!” his words are ignored as your body steps towards the door, driven by the innate oddity of its existence “There shouldn’t be any power running through this place” you admit, surprised by the bright light shining through the gaps between the wooden frame, intrigued yet undeniably nervous at what may stand right behind it “Should we go in?” you hear Mason from behind, intrigued to find out what’s behind the door, not as intrigued as you thought, hand already twisting the handle open to step into whatever awaits behind its form.

Bright lights fill your vision, a distinct antiseptic smell like a hospital room assaults your nostrils, the loud bang of the door shutting closed behind you makes you jump a bit, and yet the worst thing in the room is what you are able to see after your eyes adjust from the flash bang that hit your retinas “What in the actual fuck” rows upon rows of windows cover the narrow corridor that you find yourself in. Behind each pane you can see various different rooms - kitchens, bedrooms, bathrooms, but what remains constant is what’s inside of them. Women, voluptuous women inhabit each room. Lounging around the rooms, exposing their consistently curvy bodies and revealing clothing, all of them happily playing a role within the human sized terrariums. It’s creepy, almost like a zoo exhibit full of vapid bimbos “Miss! Miss, do you hear me!?” your eyes widen as you hear the desperate tap of fingers on glass, it’s Mason, insistently trying to gather attention from one of the caged beauties “Mason stop that we need to leav-” THUMP your voice dies halfway through your throat as a sound echoes through the glass. A considerably busty woman, the same one that Mason so desperately called out for, stepped forward, and pressed her more than generous bust against the glass. THUMP each bump splattered her striking cleavage into the window, shaking its foundations each time her milky flesh flattened around the transparent barrier.

“Miss! Do you need help?!” Mason’s questions are only met with a vacant, almost satisfied smile. Almost as if she couldn’t hear him, or rather couldn’t even understand his words as her body kept up the charade, squishing her tits into the glass, as if that’s the only thing she has been taught to do “Mason I don’t think she can understand you” you put a hand around his shoulder, intent on refocusing his attention to the important matter at hand, getting the fuck out of whatever this place is “Mr. Hill we can’t just leav- agh!” you turn at his sudden gasp, the hand so firmly holding his shoulder now absent of purpose as Mason’s body slumps weakly to the floor with a dart sticking from his neck. Your eyes waste no time in entering full prey mode, eyes dashing around the hallway in search of the projectile’s source “Fu- agh!” but are unable to find one as a needle pierces through your skin with ease, injecting its cocktail of contents into your unwilling body as you slump into unconsciousness.

“Ugh” you groan to consciousness, rolling uncomfortably around a cold tiled floor beneath your body. A hand comes up to tug at a loose string around your shoulder, and that’s when your mind finally clicks back in pace “What the?!” you squeak out, backing up against a tiled wall ‘Where am I!?’ your thoughts race, immediately trying to analyze the surrounding area, wherever you are being held looks like some sort of empty pool area, not deep enough to where you’d swim in it, elevated seats suggest it’d be better to lounge in than to sink in if it had any water ‘Why do I look like this?!’ though your mind finds a more pressing matter to focus on as you gaze down at your body, or rather, what is left of it. Everything looks wrong, any trace of bulk is gone, the pudgy belly from nights of drinking has flattened over; every inch of skin that you touch seems hairless and unblemished, but most worrisome of all is what you are dressed in. The work polo and jeans you were wearing have been swapped out by a thong and two bikini cups that fail to hold around your, thankfully, flat chest. The thong tells more of the same story, loosely fixed around your undefined ass, it’s the front that worries you as it is held skin tight to your crotch with no visible bulge underneath “Shit” you can’t help but let the words out as your hand ventures below its white surface to feel…nothing. Nothing but smooth skin. As you are now, you could probably pass for a human Ken doll.

[Good morning, Mr. Hill] you jump back, startled by the sudden voice ringing through the room “Hello?” you tentatively ask, cautiously looking around for its source [Don’t bother, Mr. Hill. You should be more preoccupied with what’s about to happen to you, why don’t you take a look through the glass. I’m sure Mason’s state of affairs will give you an idea] reluctantly, you follow the voice’s instructions “No…” a gasp escapes you as you peer through the clear material, and you see something you dreaded to even acknowledge as a possibility. It’s the hallway, the same hallway containing the great zoo of bimbos, just that know it’s you who’s within the exhibit “Where even is he, you sick fuck?” your fists slam into the window, patience running thin as you fail to identify Mason through the exhibits [Oh, I thought I made him quite easy to spot. He, well I guess it would be she now, is right across from you Mr. Hill] you frown, not quite understanding the meaning behind his words until you zero in on the unit across from your window. There lies another layout not so different from yours, holding a hot tub instead of a pool, and holding someone that doesn’t resemble Mason in the slightest. Dark hair tied up in a bun, kissable inviting lips that smile softly at you through the transparent screen. Her breasts float lazily over the water, unbothered by their weight despite the fact that they outsize her head, their massive size barely contained within a skimpy bikini that threatens to burst off her shoulders. She looks just like the other women in the hallway, blissfully unaware or uncaring of her situation, serving as just another alluring exhibit to gaze upon.

“Is that-” you begin, but are interrupted by the voice [Yes, she acclimated pretty well to my little collection. I hope this will help ease you into your new life as well.] the voice cuts off as a mechanical click fills your chamber “What do you–!” you stop as your feet are embraced in a cool sensation, and you look down in time to see the pool floor beginning to flood with liquid “Let me out!” you bang against the glass, screaming at the top of your lungs. Whatever the liquid is, it’s not water, it is more viscous, invasive, you can feel every inch of it flowing through the pores in your skin, searching for a way into your body “Ah~” you whimper as the liquid rises past your knees, seeping into the skin on your thighs surrounding the already leaned muscle underneath with layers of soft, bulbous tissue “Stop it” you complain, squeezing at your thickening legs, and leaning onto the glass as they grow buoyant with rising layers of fat that wobble the foundations of your posture. You shiver as the water rises past your hips, it seeps further, stretching out your pelvic floor, widening out your bones far from where they should be “Please~” you protest, dainty palms gripping your sides as something plump underneath fills out the curve of your hips, stretching against your hands as they round out past the width of your shoulders “Ooh~” you groan, hands against the glass and bent over the pooling liquid, attempting to raise your ass above its surface before it too falls victim to the restructuring fluid. The liquid doesn’t seem to care though, rising through your thick hips and into the undefined butt hanging from your bottom “Aaagh~” you moan as it crawls into your bum, filling out the skin underneath with jiggly flesh, rounding out around the curve of your hips as each cheek plumps out behind you, wobbling about with each unsteady sway of your body as you attempt to find support on the window, the flimsy string of your bottom long-lost between the ripening cheeks of your ballooning bubble butt “Ah!” you scream as your palms fail to hoist you up, the added weight of your growing ass and your progressively buoyant thighs make it impossible to maintain your center of gravity, and you slip, falling face-first into the invasive liquid.

You close your eyes, unwilling to open them to the water, even if it rushes into your face regardless and previously nonexistent lashes tickle your cheeks. Your whole body shivers within the cool liquid as it invades your previously unreachable tummy, tightening your shape into an hourglass shape. Unrelentingly rearranging the organs underneath your abdomen as a sudden heat explodes within its depths, and a new organ forms over your bladder, connecting directly to a new orifice being dug within your previously smoothened crotch, it lays dormant, waiting, aching for something; building up a bothersome heat between your meaty thighs that “Ooowgh!~” coaxes a gargled moan from your overheating brain, allowing the water to slip past your pillowing lips. You manage to stand up on wobbly legs, resting your forehead into perfectly soft arms as drenched strands of long black hair cover the sides of your face “Agh” you cough and spit out what you can manage ‘Why bother? Don’t you like this?’ even as the foreign liquid manages to seep into your thoughts “No I don’t wan-” ‘Want what? To be forever beautiful?’ every word strokes something within you, something you’d rather not admit as you fight for the remnants of your fracturing mind “No… Mmmf~” you manage to mumble through a weakening resolve, biting your lip to stifle another slutty moan as your bikini top tightens over your chest. Eyes lazily open through the haze of sensations, you gaze down in time to appreciate two perky breasts, slowly budding under the cups ‘Don’t they feel nice?’ you rather not agree with your head, but the hand slowly climbing up your tummy and settling around the growing teat has other plans “Yes~” you admit, squeezing the mound again as its counterpart drifts down between your legs ‘What do you want now?’ your lips part with a breathy whimper, eyes lost in desire and staring at nothing as your mind tries its best to form a coherent word “Bigger” the mass under your hand pulsates, responding to your wishes with another surge in size “More- mmmh~” it bulges out further, expanding past your ability to hold it, flesh spilling past your fingers as they sink into a soft haven of mammary meat “Ooooh~” the strings of your top creak, stretched to their limits as your tits balloon once more, settling into the size of ripe melons that hang low on your chest.

“Just perfect~” you giggle, adjusting the straps holding onto your hefty tits with an unnecessarily sexy jiggle as you stare happily through the glass, happy to be so pretty, happy to earn the attention of the man staring through your enclosure window now and forever.