Prompt of the Week - Week 28

TAGS: Magical Compression, Hyper, Tanuki, Growth, BE

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No one had warned her that she was going to have to cross a counterspell field for that job; if they had, she wouldn’t have taken it in the first place.

The tanuki stood at the edge of a small mountain town, one she had been contracted to infiltrate in order to locate and make off with a priceless artifact belonging to a rival clan. It was a typical contract, not exactly something she would’ve given a second thought about if not for the long-standing rivalry between her own town and this one, hence why she so eagerly volunteered for the assignment when it was first brought up. She had assumed it would be an easy job: move in, sneak inside, locate the jar of damned souls and then exfiltrate as quickly as possible; what she couldn’t have ever imagined was that the perimeter of town would have an anti-magic field erected on it, mostly because it raised some very uncomfortable questions about whether or not her secret had been revealed to the world at large.

As far as most people in the clan (and even her fellow ninja) knew, she was nothing short of the most skilled infiltrator they had, a nimble and agile shadow that would never be seen unless they chose to be. More than once they had completed missions that were thought to be impossible, accomplished feats that were worthy of being immortalized in song before having breakfast and then refusing praise after pointing out she was simply doing her job. While most people were content to chalk it up to the fact she looked like a beanpole, and thus could probably walk on water if she was quick enough from surface tension alone, the reality of the situation was that her appearance was nothing short of a glamour, a magical illusion maintained at all times by her innate talents being fed by a multitude of trinkets hidden away in folds and pockets that most people would never see. It was a tightly-kept secret, known only to herself and to a select few individuals who first helped her develop their aptitude for illusion magic to the point it was in the present time; hence why none of her targets had ever tried to use any counterspells against her, as it was believed that practitioners and sorcerers just weren’t cut out for the sort of infiltration and stealth work that ninjas usually got up to. It was her and her clan’s secret weapon, the one that had guaranteed their supremacy over their neighbors… and now she couldn’t use it, on account of that magical barrier keeping her from reaching her goal.

It wasn’t as if the tanuki wasn’t good at her job; she was effectively unmatched in the many fields that her ilk were supposed to excel at. It just so happened that, if she were to allow her full size to bulge outwards, then it didn’t really matter how good she was at picking locks when she couldn’t move through the open doorway, nor how good she was with a sword and blade when turning on her spot a mere ninety degrees to one side took half a minute from how enormous and exaggerated her curves were. It was an unfortunate reality that she’d gone to great lengths to obscure, hence why, when she looked down at herself, she could actually see her feet, rather than a colossal, chest-obscuring bust and a pair of nuts big enough to be seen beyond that. Tentatively, the tanuki inched closer to the shimmering barrier, just barely visible against the night sky as the starlight on the other side of it was slightly distorted, and outstretched her hand; as long as she was on her side of the magic field, then her illusion magic could be activated again at will, but it was important to tell just how the counterspell actually worked if she was to complete her mission. Distressingly, the effects began to take hold almost immediately after she touched that invisible curtain in midair, with the vast stores of magical energy kept inside of her trinkets buzzing and vibrating as the currents roiled and churned away at the distortions, the barrier working to dismantle the illusion she built for herself, one tiny speck at a time. She felt as if her whole body was being pumped full of air, a rather unsavory sensation that stood in perfect contrast to what happened when she forced herself to shrink down: looking at her chest revealed that her breasts had already begun to strain against the binders she kept over them, curving outwards and growing heavier by the second; down below her suit was becoming tighter as her hips and ass had their mass return to them, a slight churning emanating from her nuts as they began to fill up again… or rather, to put it more precisely, as her whole body’s true form was being revealed to the world, all of this from a single touch of the counterspell field.

The tanuki took a step back, already feeling her center of gravity shift dramatically as the many layers of illusions cast on herself began to fail, and had to take a few seconds to breathe deeply before she recentered herself and found where her willpower had been lost by the wayside. A little concentration was all that she needed to return to normal, or at least what she pretended was her normal: a perfectly lithe, near-featureless body that looked as if puberty took a glance at it, gave just enough height to look like an adult, and then moved along without a second glance, just how she liked it. At least then the ninja knew that the counterspell wasn’t permanent; as long as she was outside its field of influence, then her own magic could still work, allowing her to morph back to her regular form without much concern; the problem, however, was what exactly she was supposed to do about the mission, because given the way that wall in the air looked like, it was very likely that the entire mountain town was covered by it, therefore making it quite impossible for her to go anywhere without every step ruining her disguise even more… on the other hand, she couldn’t really turn back around and tell her elders that she didn’t even try; they hadn’t spent years training her just so she could give up at the slightest sign of resistance, even if the unique circumstances were probably a good enough reason for it.

Still, she had to do something about the barrier, and she had to do it quickly; there were five hours left before sunrise, which would normally be more than enough time for her to complete the assignment, but each minute she spent not going in felt like an hour closer to the deadline. The tanuki thus spent a good while reinforcing the illusion charms she had cast on herself, tapping into the seldom-used magical crystals that served as barriers in order to strengthen them as much as she could; similarly, she took as much of the power that remained as possible and directed it at the counterspell barrier, hoping to weaken a small patch of it just enough that she could delay the onset of its effects for as long as possible. With a quick nod to herself and a few stretching exercises and hops, the ninja leapt forwards, crossed the barrier mid-jump, then landed on the ground feeling… slightly heavier. Her plan had worked, in that her disguise wasn’t immediately destroyed and she wouldn’t have to worry about growing immobile just yet, but just as expected, the barrier was merciless; already the pressure was building up inside of her, and already her attire was beginning to tug and pull at her form as it grew tighter and less fitting with each step. Wincing, the tanuki began running towards the town, thanking her lucky stars that at least the counterspell barrier was close enough to it that it wouldn’t take too long before finding a place to hide.

Sadly, the good news began and ended there for the tanuki, because the counterspell, while certainly weakened, wasn’t stopped in the slightest, and kept working at destroying the many layers of illusions she had protecting herself with the same determination that a lumberjack might fell a great oak, just not as quickly as it normally would; by the time she flattened her back against a building, hoping to evade a poorly-timed sentry, she couldn’t get most of it to touch the side of the building, as her rear had plumped up so much that the best she could manage were her asscheeks on the bottom and the very top of her spine up top, with every else in between awkwardly arched forward. The weight as well was starting to get in her way, as she couldn’t exactly turn from one direction to another as easily, nor go from stationary to sprinting so quickly; her movements were sluggish now, weighed down by a lower body that was only getting bigger that longer she stayed within the city limits, one that let her know, in no uncertain terms, that not turning back around and excusing herself from the assignment had been the worst decision she had made in years. Still, she was inside the town now and had to finish it, so off she went towards the lord’s manor, somehow managing to evade any of the patrolling guardsmen prowling the streets at that ungodly hour.

Regardless of how big she got, the tanuki was still a master of stealth, and even if her binders were starting to tear apart as the breasts beneath them blossomed into their full, true form, she still had enough tricks up her sleeve to get through the perimeter without being seen… even if her vaulting over the wall was anything but grateful, and required an emergency flip and a very fortuitously-positioned branch to prevent her from flopping on the ground with a loud thud. Even then, her near-crash landing caused enough of a noise for one of the guards posted at the door to come investigate, and without the use of her magic, all the tanuki could think to do was execute a quick takedown, leaving the poor guy unconscious in the bushes. It was at this point that she would normally steal their clothes and try to pass off as them until she was close enough to strike, but given that her own suit was already being ripped to shreds and had more thighflesh bulging out of it than safely within, the ninja doubted she had the body proportions required to wear that uniform without it being burst open from within like a cheap tin can. Indeed, by the time she began trying to approach the front door, there was no way she could ever do so quietly, because the sheer amount of sloshing going on between her legs was enough to attract the attention of everyone within a hundred yard radius, and just like she feared would happen, the remaining front door guard immediately came to check, with the tanuki just barely managing to knock them out before they cried for help.

At least the pair stationed by the front door were taken care of for the time being, because infiltrating the building from anything other than the ground floor, in the most obvious way possible… wasn’t really a possibility anymore. The tanuki winced again as she looked up at the windows on the second and third floors, normally such easy targets for her, now seemingly out of reach thanks to her body still bloating and burgeoning outwards; she estimated that a good half of her true size was fully revealed, and to think that her hips were big enough already that she’d get stuck in any door that house could throw at her, or that her balls were already grazing along the ground. Honestly, it made for quite the distracting suite of sensations, especially when the churning of cream in her breasts joined the fray, that the tanuki wondered whether or not it would be best to just turn around and leave while she still had the chance; sure, she might be in the middle of town, but if she hurried and didn’t give a damn about stealth anymore, she could probably get to the edge and outside the counterspell’s range before the guards got her, and, most importantly, before her full size was put on display and running ceased to be an option.

She could at least try for a climbing rope, figuring that she might as well give it a try while still mobile. It pained her to see how difficult it was to even aim it at all now that her arms couldn’t even move around with squishing against the side of her tits, or how her balance was so seriously affected by the bottom half of her body that she nearly tripped backwards after launching the hook. At least it managed to land perfectly on an open windowsill, giving her the smallest of victories possible; at no point did she consider that there might be someone in the room, only that there were no lights coming from it, desperation mounting and taking away her ability to reason properly. By that point, the only thing in her mind was getting in, finding the jar and then immediately bolting out of there at top speed, or whatever counted for top speed now that she couldn’t even take a step without her ass bouncing for a whole, uninterrupted minute. Climbing up the rope was a pain in that ass as well, seeing as her body weight had gone through so much upscaling that even getting through half a story in height was enough to leave the tanuki sweating like an open faucet, her suit practically creaking as whatever skin remained inside of it battled against its increasingly-lubricated interior, more and more rips appearing on its surface as the thin cloth failed to contain her burgeoning curves. Wouldn’t take too long before her thighs were not so much bulging out from the pant legs as there simply were no pant legs at all, only a few strips of them left still attached to her body below the knee, dangling downwards and occasionally getting caught on some of the vines clinging to the side of building. Wouldn’t take too long either before that rope was forced into her cleavage, not so much for comfort, but mostly because the bust creating it was so massive that the tanuki’s thumb-sized nipples were dragging along the wall, leaving her wanting to moan loudly enough for it to echo each time she pulled herself up a single inch or so.

The window seemed so far away, so unreachable, despite the simple fact that, were this any other assignment, she probably would’ve been done with the whole heist by that point. By the time the tanuki reached it, heaving her immense frame upwards until she was hanging off the ledge and looking in, all she could do was breathe a sigh of relief at how the inside was completely empty, giving her a bit more room in terms of how much noise she could make… and she was going to make a lot of it, owing to how her ass was simply not coming through the window in the state that it was in. She felt an intense need to slap herself at how stupid she was to think that, with the way her body was going, she’d ever be able to fit through the tiny opening by the time she got there, but it was either that or try to go back down to the ground safely, and once she did that it would probably be too late to go anywhere, and she’d most likely be stuck sitting on the ground while the guards converged on her location. So, as much as it pained her to do so, she leaned forwards into the room and… promptly got stuck in the window.

It was predictable, and yet the tanuki still felt her cheeks glowing brighter at the realization that her ass was literally stuck in the window, and anyone looking from the outside in would get a nice look of a pair of cheeks that were each probably about as big as the opening they were trying to get through. How silly of her for having tried such a thing, not thinking about the practical consequences of having her body billow outward like that; practice made perfect, but it also seemed to breed a certain amount of comfort and sameness in tried-and-tested methods that just lay in wait for the best opportunity to pull the rug out from underneath her. These thoughts and many others were the ones that the tanuki had to contend with as she desperately attempted to dislodged herself from the bind she was in, finding the window to be increasingly tight as he plump body was allowed to return to its true, gloriously overengorged state, pudgy belly included. Her enormous rear end and filled-and-filling-further nuts on one end, capped with that pillar of meat she called a cock, with her floor-dragging breasts on the other… at least serving as a way to keep her spine horizontal, given how much they were pushing her upwards. Honestly, it wasn’t really an uncomfortable position to be in, if not for the fact that she was very much trespassing and unable to do anything about it should someone walk in and see her trying to break in, only having succeeded in breaking the window’s frame.

So there she… lay? Sat? Remained? Hard for her to come up with a proper word; she was stuck, that was all that mattered, with a waterfall of cum splattering against the wall outside and two growing puddles of milk in the room inside, just being there, waiting for the first guard to notice something was wrong so she could be finally taken somewhere that wasn’t out in open. Honestly, by that point, her worst fear was that no one would find her until the sun rose and the whole town got a good look at her ass, high above the ground and stuck on a window.

Footsteps.

… the die was cast.