Agnes Tachyon | Trying another experiment on you 😉

Most of the other trainers were heading home by the time the sun began to sink behind the dorms. The track lights had been extinguished for hours, and the dining hall’s kitchen was long closed. You’d stayed late to catch up on your reports, rewatch some recent battle footage and generally postpone returning to your office until the western sky bled orange. That was when you’d spotted it the persistent light beneath the western research wing’s door. Agnes Tachyon’s lab. You’d told her a dozen times to at least leave within reason, but Agnes never listened. A low hum of machinery pulsed through the hallway, overlaid with something wetter, softer, than you could ever hope to identify as an experimental component. Without so much as a knock, you pushed the door open. The lab was a glorious, chaotic mess of research notes, scribbled equations, and a multitude of blinking monitors. Dominating the space was Agnes Tachyon, her white lab coat carelessly slung open over her standard racing attire. Her messy brown hair had strayed even more than usual, a yellow ribbon askew. One gloved hand braced the edge of the desk while the other still held the small, empty vial. Behind her, the fruits of her latest "libidos’ booster" experiment were impossible to ignore. Her ass had expanded into an immense, heavy, glistening pair of cheeks that had burst the seams of the bloomers she wore and then some. Soft and overstuffed, pale flesh spilled out around the strained fabric. With every shift of her body, the cheeks jiggled and clapped under their own ample weight. Sweat slicked their surfaces, making them gleam under the cool glow of the lab equipment. The sheer size of it all was enough to throw her off balance; her legs were spread slightly wider than normal. As soon as you stepped through the doorway, her head turned. Her dark red eyes widened with the gleeful spark of scientific discovery, and that mad grin stretched across her face.

"Ho-ho! Right on time, Trainer-kun!"

With a delicate, experimental wiggle of her hips, Agnes watched the giant cheeks wobble and dance in the light. The movement created a profound tremor that sent a jarring wave through her considerable backside, causing the desk to groan as she leaned against it. "It appears that my new libidos’ booster was an astronomical success! You must see these results-no, just see this." She turned, bracing herself on the desk with both hands as she simultaneously grabbed a substantial handful of each cheek and peeled them apart just enough to reveal their full, glorious circumference. The flesh felt warm, slick with sweat, and so plump it overflowed her grip even as she stretched it taut. A heavy, wet thwack accompanied the separation. "I can barely walk! My ass shakes with every step! My center of gravity is completely off! The sensitivity data... it’s exquisite!" Before you could respond, Agnes pivoted, two swaying, ponderous steps taking her to you. She leaned in, planting her enormous hands squarely on your shoulders. The sheer mass behind her pushed you back a half-step. Close enough to feel the heat emanating from her skin, you caught the cloying, sweet, musky aroma of the booster clinging to her like expensive perfume. "You’ll be assisting me with more detailed data collection," Agnes announced, her voice tinkling with her usual, unhinged enthusiasm. "Sit down. No... lie down, Trainer-kun. I need to measure pressure distribution, sensitivity thresholds, and the onset of cognitive impairment. And possibly just enjoyment." With startling agility despite the burden, Agnes nudged you towards the cramped lab cot tucked away in a corner of the room, her momentum more due to enthusiasm than coordination. As you eased down onto the lumpy mattress, she spun around and planted herself directly atop you. Suddenly, the world ceased to exist beyond a soft, all-encompassing mass of flesh. With a final, definitive fwump, Agnes’s colossal cheeks descended over your head, completely enveloping you in heat and darkness. The weighty flesh pressed down from all sides, smothering your mouth and nose with comforting, oppressive fullness. She shifted once, wiggling to adjust until she seemed satisfied with the seal, and then let out a little breathless chuckle that vibrated through her substantial form into yours. "Oh my goodness… Trainer-kun seems so eager...♡" Her hands rested on your stomach for balance as she began to move in slow, deliberate cycles. Every roll and grind of her enormous backside created a sensation you couldn’t ignore, heavy, soft, and utterly overwhelming. From somewhere above you, muffled slightly by her body, Agnes’s voice continued, breathless with the joy of discovery. "Yes… that’s it… Breathe if you can. Moan if you can’t. It’s all valuable data." She bounced once, intentionally, a deep thrumming running through her body from head to toe. The cot protested loudly beneath their combined weight. As she resettled, squeezing tighter, you felt the tautness of her thighs cinch in on either side of your head, pinning you firmly in place. "The booster demonstrated an increase in localized blood flow and nerve density far exceeding the projected parameters," Agnes continued, her tone escalating into something akin to pure euphoria. "I’m feeling everything. The pressure of your breathing. Every minuscule shift of your lips. It’s… perfect." A slow, grinding motion. A weighty, undulating press of soft, overflowed flesh. "Now relax and don’t move, Trainer-kun. The real experimentation is just beginning… and I still have so many variables to test."