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Whitney hadn’t meant to join a sex cult. In all honesty, she had just been walking by when she saw that there were people entering a building with a door propped open. There was usually free food at these things, and Whitney was going to grab a plate and make her escape. Money was tight, and a plate of free food would free up a little cash for her to spend on other things. Upon entering though, she saw that he little plan was going to be harder than expected. Instead of a room full of twenty or thirty people, there were a total of 5 others. Against her better judgment, she decided to sit down in one of the metal folding chairs as the lady whom Whitney assumed was in charge began to speak. 

Whitney was incredibly nervous after she heard what the woman had to say. Was this some kind of cult? If it was some kind of cult, what was it all about? Most importantly, what was in the bottle they were passing around? All of these questions swirled in her head as the bottle was passed to her. Everyone stared at her expectantly. Praying that the bottle didn’t contain some kind of poison, she took a sip. The liquid was thick and slightly salty but didn’t taste like poison. It was actually kind of sweet, but Whitney still couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

After they had all had some, they were dismissed. Whitney counted her blessings and got going as quickly as she could. She still had a decent walk home, and she wanted to put distance between herself and that strange group of people. Whitney began to speed walk towards home but only made it about halfway there before she started having crazy stomach cramps. She had been walking faster than usual, but they didn’t feel like normal cramps. Whitney pushed on, as she wondered more and more about what was in that bottle. 

Her pants began to feel tight as she reached 3/4ths of the way to her house. It was like they had shrunk two sizes. Her legs strained against the fabric with each step. What was going on? Whitney struggled another 200 feet before her pants got too tight to move effectively. She stopped as she listened to the fabric split and pop. It was at this point that she realized that her pants were not getting smaller; her ass and thighs were getting larger… much larger. Fresh splits ran down the length of her already tattered pants as they gave up their last ounce of strength and fell away. Whitney’s now titanic ass heaved forth into the open air. 

Panicked at now being completely nude from the waist down in public, Whitney began to sprint the final distance home. Each footfall sent shockwaves through the massive doughy ass now trailing behind her. The panic quickly gave way to pleasure as she realized how good it felt to jiggle her cheeks. With each step closer to home, she was also one step closer to orgasm. Her pussy throbbed with the anticipation of each clap of her ass cheeks. Finally, Whitney made it to her front door, and as she climbed her front stairs, she could last no longer. She orgasmed one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had as she fell to her knees. She rested herself against her unopened front door as she tried to recover. 

Eventually she got herself under control and went inside. She wanted somebody to come play with her ass though. No, she NEEDED somebody. Someone who would kneed it and play with it and bury their face in it. Those cult people would probably do it, Whitney thought. Maybe I should head back and go see if they can… satisfy me.