Boobie Train

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“What do you mean it's not safe??!! Of course, it’s not! But we need to extract now dammit!” you glance from your seat at your partner, furiously fighting with HQ to get you out of the mess they sent you into in the first place. You drum your fingers on the seat in front of you as you wait out his tantrum, trying not to upset the poor kid half-scared to death next to you “I-I want to go home” you turn to look at the poor idiot you got sent out to rescue, blonde hair, expensive designer clothes, Eli looked every bit the wealthy teen you were sent to look for, you would feel bad for him if he wasn’t the reason you were stuck here right now basically begging HQ for an extract. 

You and your partner were sent out on an extraction mission earlier this morning, apparently, a son of a very wealthy businessman got himself involved with a reality warper that your organization had been tracking for some time, usually they don’t bother with those types, leave them alone, and they turn one, two sometimes five people into whatever sick fantasies they want before getting bored, so why were you tracking this specific one? Well, let’s just say that turning every person on a train into bimbos and selling them off every month to the highest bidder is a fantastic way to catch the attention of higher forces, now as to how this kid go onto the train you have no clue, but you had to be sent in to extract him before they made him unrecognizable from his former self “A-are we getting out of here?” you sight, the situation was already making you nervous and Eli is definitely not helping you out. As you regret your career choice, you spot a book in the seat in front of you “Here kid” you say, handing it to the nervous wreck of a teen sitting next to you “No clue what it’s about but just distract yourself a bit while we sort this out” he does not respond as he grabs the book, holding onto it like a lifeline.

Your partner, James, finally gets off the phone and turns to where you are seated “Good news and bad news. Good news, I got us a confirmed extract. Bad news, it's at the next stop for the train” now that is bad news, you merely barged into the cabin holding Eli in order to get in and out quickly expecting immediate extract, you didn’t clear out any other cabin, and you have no clue how many goons or other victims are currently on-board “Shit, we’ll just have to lie low then, hear that Eli? Try to stay as quiet as possible…” you frown as you inform Eli of your current plan, mostly because you just noticed, something is not right about him. 

He looks way too engrossed in that book to pay attention to you, too engrossed to notice how his designer pants were now skin tight against a meaty set of thighs, slowly filling out their way out of their prison. The once fitting pants now stretching out against a wide set of hips that shuffle around in his seat as his body adjusts to its wider bottom “Eli?” he pays you no mind, too engrossed in whatever he’s reading as his seat groans under him from its increasing load, his frame slowly lifting itself up as you can only assume that under those hips must be a remarkable set of cheeks to make the seat strain from their sheer size. He does not appear to notice anything until a noticeable slurp is heard, that earns a blush on his cheeks and also earns her a new set of lips if you are right about the origin of said sound.

“Man forget him we need to leave this cabin now!” you clearly hear James’ distress, but you feel stuck watching Eli’s change before your eyes, like watching a horrific car crash, you can not tear your eyes away from the developing woman in front of you. Her designer top seems to shrink, taking down her frame with it as it slims her muscle mass down, its fabric switches to a bluish tint in the blink of an eye as it tightens noticeably around Eli’s waist, caving it in and forming the foundation for an hourglass figure. You though, are more focused on her chest. The unremarkable flat surface starts to swell and fill up against the confines of the shrinking blue top, a faint outline of her stiff nipples visible as they grow wider and fight for their freedom. A little jiggle is noticeable with each consecutive breath coming from Eli’s body as her top struggles to accommodate its size, the stretchy material clinging on for dear life as Eli’s breasts continue to fill with fatty tissue, expanding quickly from just a handful to real set pendulous melons that leave little to the imagination as her top is not capable of adjusting to the sheer load it's expected to hold on to, even a newly formed bra giving way to their mass as part of it is pushed out of her top. Your eyes are so focused on her bountiful chest, appreciating every little jiggle of flesh as she arches her back into a comfortable position, that you fail to notice her whole head has changed as well. Long gone are the masculine traits of her developing face, replaced with a feminine softness that just beckons you to caress it, her blonde hair now darkened into a messy brown braid that slithers down her seat.

You could remain there for hours, appreciating the beauty that just formed in front of you as she peacefully reads her book, only occasionally stopping to look at the window’s landscape, well you could if James hadn’t dragged your ass into the next cabin over “Man what is wrong with you!” he shouts as he pushes you onto a seat before plopping down himself, clearly just as shaken but at least attempting to retain some sense of control over your situation. You have no clear answer to his question, it is not the first time you’ve seen a live transformation in your line of work, but it never becomes less unsettling “W-what was that?! HQ scanned the train, they said there were no traps or warping capable relics on board, and we sure as hell made sure that the warper is not on board either” James nods at your words, hands coming up to his face as he takes a deep breath “I know man, but Eli’s new pair of tits didn’t sprout out just because now did they!” he shouts, probably just as angry as you are at the incompetent company you work for and the insane situation they threw you into.

You turn to look out the window, attempting to calm down your mind as a million possibilities race through it, none of them good. As you reach out to grab James’ arm in order to calm him and formulate a game-plan, your hand closes around a soft, voluminous mass. You reflexively squeeze it “Aaaagh~” refusing to let go as your fingers sink into something very soft and definitely very sensitive if that moan is something to go by. You turn your head around, fearing that the spongy orb that your hand is squeezing is what you think it is. You see it, well you also appreciate it if you are being honest, it’s a tit, your fingers are wrapped around a breast, a huge round breast, its nipple poking your palm for more stimulation as the huge orb it decorates nearly bursts out of the tight green shirt her owner abuses around as she leans in close to your face. Your eyes dejectedly journeying from her prominent bust up into a beautiful brunette’s face “You like how they feel baby~” she purrs almost in your ear, overwriting your rational brain with your much more animalistic lower brain “James?” you manage to squeak out, much more out of duty to your possibly fallen partner than out of actual worry, your member not really caring if this woman was who you think she was just a moment ago “You can call me whatever you want if your fingers keep doing their magic, mmmm~” your sense of danger wins you over as you push her off, earning you a pout right before she goes onto the prowl for someone who actually appreciates her curves.

“Fuck!” you cover your face as you sit on an admittedly very comfy bed, having stumbled and fumbled your way into what appeared to be a personal cabin with a bed, probably usually reserved for someone travelling in first class “I couldn’t even notice the change, that can only be…” you pull at your scalp, nearly tearing out your long waves of shiny brown hair, good thing you got it done before the mission, wouldn’t want to look bad on the job, what if a cutie saw you all disheveled? Can’t have that now can we? “...they said the warper was not on board dammit!” you slam a fist at the wall next to you, sending your modest bust into a jiggling mess since you decided not to wear a bra today for some reason “This top is too tight” you complain, a bit out of breath as your large breasts strain against your standard issue tracksuit “Aaaah~ Much better, you girls have to stop growing” you giggle as you unzip your top, letting your large melons jiggle out into freedom, earning a lovely bounce from their substantial weight.

“Now that that is settled, I should probably contact HQ” you mutter as low as you can, worry returning to you now that you had a chance to compose yourself and fix your top. You try to dial HQ’s number, but your eyes keep drifting down to your cleavage, you just can’t help it, your tits look lovely in your white top…it was white before right? You don’t really give it another thought as your slender fingers travel up to gently squeeze your extra large stress balls “Mmmgh~” you softly moan within the cabin’s walls as the pleasure coming from your sensitive glands washes over your body, making your knees so weak you’d fall over if you were not on the bed “I love these titties~” you giggle as you gaze over your body while still playing around with your boobs, the tight material of your suit just highlights your curves perfectly for your daddy, every inch of your physique straining for freedom “Mmmgh~” another moan escapes your plump lips as another squeeze is administered by your dainty fingers, you are so occupied with feeling yourself up that you fail to notice the imposing figure standing in the cabin’s doorway “Well, well, looks like someone got started without me”

“Oh! Umh of course not daddy! I was just getting ready since you said you were coming over~” you plead for him in the best seductive voice you can put on, a quite efficient method since you’ve naturally done this before “Fine then, show me how ready you are” he commands from you, expecting nothing but utter obedience, so you do as you’ve done countless times before. You lay back and spread your legs for him, ready to have him indulge in his favorite little bimbo.

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Thought of this one while watching bullet train, banger of a movie tbh. Hope you enjoyed and see ya on the next one : )

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