Time enough for dat ass certainly.

Wet. Your face is dripping in cum, you landed face first in the puddle you made. Some of it is just fresh, some of it from earlier, and some not even your own at this point. You look up, wiping the cum off yourself, rolling onto your back out of the puddle under you, your tits bounce and jiggle as you go. Looking down at yourself you can even see your body past them, just two massive jiggling orbs on your chest. You reach and grab them, squeezing and playing with them slowly.

“As hot as it is to watch you play with those giant squishy tits we gave you,” You blink and remember where you are. “We do have a lot more to go before you’re done.” As the second voice speaks, your cock twitches, hardening again despite your balls feeling empty. “Now. Roll over, ass up, face down. Obey immediately.” Your body reflexively rolls over, your face is immediately pushed back into the puddle of cum as without your permission your body eagerly obeys, your subconscious mind even more eager than you to move into your natural body. “Such a good girl!” You arch your back, pushing your ass up and giving it a little shake, looking up through a thin layer dripping down you and give a big puppy dog smile. You want them to see you, to have the cameras capture your every move and angle, to please them, to know they are enjoying you. To have everyone you can’t see cum as they look at you.

“I knew we made the right choice when it came time to pick.” There’s an obvious amount of pride in the voice of the first. You stop shaking your ass to pay attention to him fully, slowly licking your lips clean. “The higher-ups always want us to take the cash, to accept a little more on the side.” You can hear the sound of buttons being pressed, machinery clunks and gears turning. The device on the ceiling begins to descend. “They always do miss the point, you can’t just pick someone who’s throwing cash at you, demands, or begs. What you really need to do…” The needle inserts itself into the top of your ass, the moment it does the pink liquid flows down the pipes “Phase three beginning.” The second voice cuts in. “Find those special girls who really, truly, deserve to become bimbos.”

Your ass instantly swells, like your tits your skin stretches, fat and muscle filling the once empty space in the air. The pleasure rockets through you, your cock finds enough juice in your balls left to spurt it out down your legs as you swell. Your hips grow along with you, allowing for enough room to accommodate your growing ass. First half, enough to get a second look from men and women alike. Then twice, enough to clap as you shake it for cheers, or as you put it to work and get fucked. Three times, enough to jiggle with absolutely every step you take, and with every one of even your most slight, smallest of movements. More and more your ass fills and flows outward, your moans climbing higher all the while as the room's cameras observe everything. Four times larger, big enough for a man to shove his whole face between as he gets a taste of you. Five times, big enough to look like you're carrying a beach ball around inside of your ass, bigger than nearly any woman could ever have hoped to have been naturally blessed with at birth. You’ve grown vastly past your original size, fat, thick, jiggly, impossible to fit in any sort of underwear, more than enough to rival your equally massive tits and absolutely hypnotic to anyone watching. That includes the voices behind the glass. Without anyone releasing it you’ve long since passed out before you finish growing, your mumbling’s as you sleep the only thing that pulls your watcher's eyes from your still jiggling ass.