#madisonclements18

When Taylor triggered in the locker instead of control over bugs her new power cleaned everything up and gave her the biggest fattest most sensitive ass that knocked the door off and kept her stuck inside. She really hoped nobody came along to slap her ass and make her a drooling public use cumdump

Taylor was in big, big trouble.

She’d gained powers, somehow, and though she wasn’t entirely sure what they were, she had a feeling they had something to do with the fact that her ass had quadrupled in size, making her pants and panties explode off her and blowing open the door to her locker.

But instead of freeing her, her newly grown ass had actually only stuck her in place even more fiercely, digging into both sides of the locker and spilling out of it like twin giant marshmallows.

And Taylor knows that this is bad news. Not just being stuck. Or the property damage.

Deep down, instinctually, Taylor knows that her ass being vulnerable is dangerous.

Something in this newly acquired sixth sense she has tells her as much, tells her that her ass shouldn’t be left open for anyone to take advantage of.

More than she usually feels, at least.

Part of it is the way she can’t help but moan and gasp as a draft brushes against her exposed skin, making her body shiver and her pussy moisten, and making her intimately aware that should anyone so much as touch it, forget spank it, then she would no doubt lose her mind.

The other part of that feeling is, again, some unnameable instinct that her ass is still growing, but at a much slower rate. Something happened that fueled that initial growth- no. 

Something else had been relocated in her ass, and was now slowly growing, and as Taylor’s own mind began racing more and more rapidly, coming up with and discarding theories faster and faster, she realized that she knew exactly what had happened.

Her mind. It had been turned into ass fat. And was still now, slowly expanding, making Taylor more and more intelligent as it grew. 

And right now, it was exposed.

Taylor froze as she heard footsteps begin making their way over to her locker. She was torn between calling for help and hoping she wouldn’t be noticed- but she never had a choice in the first place.

A girl gasped, and immediately, Taylor grimaced. Madison.

The girl was standing some feet away, no doubt still staring at Taylor’s ass silently, probably hoping Taylor wouldn’t recognize her, because she was planning on doing something she wouldn’t want to be recognized for- Oh shit!

“M-MadisonNNNHHHHHHGHOOOOOOOOFUCK!~” Taylor tried to call out to the girl, but it was far too late to stop her from running forward, and spanking Taylor’s ass as hard as she could.

Instantly, Taylor came explosively. It felt as if her brain had been spanked directly, and whatever pain that should’ve produced was instead registered as mind-numbing, life-ruining pleasure as Taylor came again, and again, spraying the insides of her locker with her femcum.

Taylor’s head was lolling about limply atop her neck as she panted, trying to catch her breath, trying to think, but it was so hard to do so.

And only partially because of the pleasure.

“Whoa~” Madison said from behind her, and somehow, Taylor instinctually understood that, after marking Taylor’s ass/brain with what was no doubt a bright red handprint, Madison was now its owner, and user.

She giggled happily to herself as she began growing more and more intelligent as Taylor’s ass continued growing slowly, before patting it delicately.

“We’re going to have so much fun together, Taylor~” Madison promised, and Taylor found herself smiling at her owner’s words.