Another Blank Portrait TG/AE/MC

Haunted houses were not new for you. The typical jump scares, corny decorations, fog machine etc. It just wasn’t scary for you anymore. Since the spooky season rolled around once more, you did a bit of research. You didn’t want to go to one with manufactured scares, rather an authentic haunted house with real history. After some thorough research throughout the month of September, you found a haunted house that was about a 2 hours drive away. Excitedly, you filled up your gas tank, got an oversized soda, and trekked down the highway to what you hoped would be a truly scary experience. 

Once you got closer to the destination, the air felt thicker. An ominous fog seemed to get denser with each mile you grew closer. Was this whole town in on the deal or something? If so, it was an impressive tourist trap. The expense for the fog machines must be crazy. As the GPs indicated you were getting close, all you could see was the gleam of your headlights against the thick air. The crunch of rocks under your tires halted, the dim lights of a rugged front patio pointing the way. You stepped out of the car, the coldness of the air palpable all the way in your lungs. The house did look quite creepy. The rotting wood porch creaked with each step. There was a note left on the front door. 

Enjoy this haunted house at your own risk. There is no entrance fee, no supervision, and only you to blame for the outcome you endure. This is real. This place is not for entertainment.

Sweet! A free haunted house? The note also made it seem like whoever set this all up was really into making it seem legit. If you had to guess, there were going to be speakers playing ghosts howling and artificial spider webs hanging amongst wooden rafters. You opened the door, the squeaking echoing through a long and wide corridor. Dim lights on the verge of going out was all that lit the way. As you proceeded forward, the planks of wood lining the floor sounded as if they were going to break. A dusty rug lined the entire floor. It was an odd layout for sure, the whole house seemingly a series of thin hallways. You noticed that there were portraits hanging on the wall. Some were of Victorian Women, some were of women from the medieval age, there were even some portraits of women from the Great Depression. Something strange you noticed is that some of the picture frames were completely blank. The outline of a person was there but it was blank other than the background. It was as if the drawing of the person was forgotten. The further you walked down the narrow hallway, the more you saw portraits left blank. It was strange, and did bring about an eerie feeling in the back of your head. 

Nearing the end of the hallway, one portrait caught your attention. It was not of a woman from the past, rather one that seemed to be from modern times. Her goth aesthetic was undeniably sexy. Her hair was half purple, half jet black. Her body was a canvas for intricate tattoos that hugged her extremely voluptuous figure. Your mouth watered at her fatty thighs, huge breasts, and undeniably large rear end. You mumbled to yourself: “What I would do to get my hands on a body like that….”

A cold breeze pierced through your body and the lights flickered off momentarily. You went to take out your phone for a supply of light but the lights quickly returned. You were startled at the sight in front of you, the woman in the portrait was….gone? Just like the others, it was as if there was an outline where she just was. You smiled, this was pretty creepy. The drive seemed like it was very much worth it. It was then a husky, sensual feminine voice rang into your ears. 

“Finally, being so far down this corridor meant I was waiting forever for a host. It was so demoralizing seeing all of my fellow ladies get to leave this house free. Now it is I who shall run free in the world!” 

“Dang, neat effect. It really sounds like that voice is coming from my head!” You chuckled, maybe it was time to leave. You raised your hand to check the time but saw the most peculiar of sights. There was a tattoo imprinted on your wrist. It had to be a light trick or something. You went to rub it off and were horrified to see it was no illusion. 

“It is not an effect, I simply must acclimate your body to be a suitable vessel…” Ok, this was starting to get weird. You decided now was a good time to leave. As you walked, a prickly sensation was all over your body. You raised your pants and saw that there was more ink burrowing into your skin. 

“What the fuck is happening?!” You gasped as you saw your clothes suddenly disappear except for an awkwardly fitting bra and panties. They were a very rich black color, and allowed a perfect view for every tattoo that was etching onto your skin.

You desperately tried to rub the tattoos away from your skin as they wrapped around you like a serpent. On your right butt cheek,  a flourishing rose that was exquisitely detailed imprinted deep into your skin. It looked as though it needed to be stretched out to look right. This was a problem that would be solved later. On your thigh, a condensed portrait of Morticia Adams. The black ink was made to pop out even more as your skin grew a ghostly pale. All hair disappeared and left your skin silky smooth for the addition of all of the art. This uptick in complexion spreads everywhere on your body just like the tattoos. Vines, more roses, and other portraits popped up everywhere. It got to the point more of your body had tattoos than a body that was left blank. 

“Ow, shit” your hand jumped to your nose as a sudden piercing pain came from your nostril. In shock. You felt a nose ring had burrowed its way in. you did not have any piercings or tattoos and now you were a walking art exhibit. It seemed it was only going to get worse.

“You agreed to be my vessel, you agreed to let my form live on” A husky, sensual female voice rang around you. You looked to the painting to see the blank portrait of the thick woman. It was not hard to put two and two together, the portraits had taken over whoever visited the haunted house. You had to fight back, you were not going to be some ghost play thing!” 

 “I didn’t agree to shit!”

“I think I heard you say: What I would do to get my hands on a body like that, did you not? ”

“That’s not what I mEaNT-,” Your voice cracked and got higher but also gained the same breathiness as the one speaking to you, “Whatever this is, just stop!” You were disgusted by how you sounded but you were not just going to let this happen. 

“It matters not what you meant, what is happening will happen and there is nothing to stop it. Embrace my dominance, embrace my curves, embrace what it means to be me! I have observed so many thrill seekers walk these halls and choose bodies that they would become. I no longer have to watch, this shall be….delicious…” 

You looked to the ceiling as your eyes rolled back and mouth opened. Fangs began to grow in your mouth, your teeth coming to a very sharp fine point. You had better hope you never bite your tongue by accident anymore. You poked at the sharp tooth with your pointer finger that also had tattoos etched around it to add insult to injury. At the top of your scalp, luscious thick hair began to sprout out and flourish down your shoulders and back. The right side was an alluring purple color while the left side was a perfect jet black, just as it was in the photo. There was a stark border between the two colors, a look that really popped and freaked you out as you held the lengths of hair in your hand and brushed it out of your eyes. Speaking of your eyes, you felt a weight pile onto them. Exaggerated and rich black makeup globbed on. Mascara pulled your longer eyelashes outward, shadow covered your eyelids, and liner made it so your eyebrows were perfectly contoured to your larger, darkened eyes. Fat flooded your cheeks and gave your face a much more round shape and an even more intense sensation took over your lips and lip liner and gloss invaded. It was not just those that made your lips look larger. They were swelling exponentially. Your eyes looked down in fear to see your lips now sticking out prominently. They swelled and swelled, becoming truly pillowy and plump. You tried to beg but the intense growth in your lips halted this effort quickly. The taunting voice did not stop in your head. 

“Now you have such a delectable face…”

“SHUT UP-” To your dismay, the voice that came out of your mouth was identical to the one that spoke in your mind. There was no denying her influence was taking over. To further prove this, your chest suddenly sent a shock of sensitivity throughout your whole body. As you looked to see your nipples now erect against the fabric of the bra, you also noticed that the corridor around you no longer felt so small. Your physique was shortening by a good amount of inches. Your shoulders now did not look broad and masculine, and your legs accounted for much more of your height. They looked long and slender. Being shorter was the least of your concern, as your attention immediately went back to your chest.

What you feared was now beginning, tissue beginning to bubble and erupt from underneath your nipples. You tried pathetically to use your now dainty hands to push back the growth but it was no use. Tits began to sprout and the mounds were only becoming more and more obvious by the second. 

“You will now experience my ample bosom that I treasure so much. So hefty, so soft, so pillowy…” You tried to ignore her words as your cup size just continued to scale upward. The burden on your lower back was showing, your rack now pulling your upper body downward. You panted and cupped your growing boobs in your hands. The soft flesh flooded into your palms and became too much to contain. You fell onto your knees and put two hands on the ground, truly feeling the over encumbering weight of huge boobs. You looked down and blushed at the valley of cleavage that stared back. 

“Those melons are just the start, now for you to truly experience all of the baggage my body entails…”

“W-wait…p-please n-n-NOOOOO” You yelp out as a rhythmic pulsing begins to take place in your legs and hips. You watched helplessly as your hips collapsed outward and became unbelievably wide. Each step you took from now on would be welcomed with an uncontrollably sensual sway. Your hips were far from the only thing in your lower body to take on such an extreme change. 

The relentless pulsating continued: boomf BOOMF, boomf BOOMF, boomf BOOMF. The pulsing just wouldn’t stop. With each surge, your skin was being pushed outward as a surplus of fatty tissue injected itself underneath. The tattoos began to look normal, the increasing girth of your thighs stretching out the ink so that it was not squished. What was squished was your manhood, the circumference of your burgeoning thighs impeding on the space it took up. A sadistic grin plastered onto your face but on the inside you were shrieking with confusion. It felt amazing. You felt powerful, assertive, beautiful. It was as if the part of you that wanted to fight all this was being silenced.

“yes…yes…YES!” You yell out words that were not your own, instead it was of the woman in the cursed portrait. She kneaded at her thighs as your manhood disappeared and the empty space was quickly filled in with the warm flesh. Your manicured nails groped and pawed at your legs as they continued to bloat. Not just that, it seemed your butt was joining in on the fun. Your exploding booty was quickly gaining absurd size, so much so you would not be able to hold your balance if it was not for the malevolent woman taking partial control of your body. All you could do was watch as your backside stuck out like a shelf and just kept getting larger. You put your hand against the wall and grunted as your ass continued to expand. Your underwear was getting eaten up amongst all of the fat siphoning into your rear. Your ass was getting so large that it began to crease over itself while maintaining a nice round shape.

“Does it not feel amazing to possess a giant, voluptuous booty. Go on, enjoy it.” Against your control, your hand began to move and cup your monumental cheeks. They felt so soft, so jiggly. Your butt quaked like jelly and was only getting larger. The more you felt your newly thickening body, the more the spirit was able to pounce on your vulnerability. Feelings of authority, lust, domination flooded into your mind while a satisfied smirk went onto your face. This time, it was not against your will. You felt good in this extremely well endowed body. Your wide hips, your tree trunk thighs, and now especially your gargantuan backside. 

“That’s it, give into my influence. Take my body for fun in the real world so that I may watch!” Her words sounded all the more tempting. Your proportions continued to fill out. When you thought it not possible, your ass continued to inflate. It was as if you possessed a body that wanted an exaggerated absurdly large booty. You reveled in watching your rear continue to grow. You stood up and began to move your body in a sensual way, as if there was an imaginary pole to dance around. Your booty bounced off the walls, your boobs bounced up and down, and your mind bounced between being extremely horny and extremely proud of your beyond hourglass physique.

"Y-yes...my body is meant to be shown off. I can wrap guys and even gals around my finger. I am the sexiest there is. I am the thickest there is...." you mumbled to yourself, your mind now fully corrupted by the influence of the house. Your eyes glazed over a creepy completely white color, as if the influence now was in the drivers seat.

With another blank portrait left in the halls of the haunted house, you and your new influence strutted sexily out the door and to the car. There was now a sexy thick goth woman that wanted to get out there….forever. 

model: ravengriim