Agent 4 leaves, you sigh in relief that she was gone, a few minutes pass and she came back with a full tank of ink, this time inking almost the whole map so she won't have to go far to refill, you whimper in fear as she puts the hero shot muzzle back in your mouth and continue from were she left off, your "armour" creaks as you grew more, soon it gave way and snapped off, revealing your black latex top, she smirks, enjoys seeing you fatten up as you can't defend yourself, your arms and legs became so big and fat that your hands and feet sink into them as you nearly fill out the entire middle area of the map, agent 4 stops to refill her ink tank then looks at your body, you moaned from how full you was, begging her to stop, she looked at your fat face and smirked as she...
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