And I'm right back into working on commissions! This time being story 1 of 2 for  BlueBoiNezha

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It was the middle of the night, clouds covered the night sky. A soft wind blew through the outskirts of the city, chilling anyone to the bone with the freezing temperatures. Nezha was hiding behind a couple cars, looking around it to see a massive compound. The dark, steel walls rose 3 stories high with spotlights on top. Looking for anyone who attempted to try and get in.

As he looked up at the compound, his earpiece came on as a voice spoke through it, “Alright, Alpha-1 the last set of guards have gone home for the night. Now is your best chance to get in there and get any intel you can find on this group.”

Nezha rested a finger onto the earpiece, “Copy that Overlord, I’m moving in now.”

He gripped the SKS that was slung onto his back and racked the bolt, chambering the 7.62 cartridge that was waiting to go in. Once the spotlight passed him, he sprinted towards the nearest door, quietly opening it and heading inside. He was greeted by a washed out white hallway, lit by a few wall mounted fixtures. A fain scent of dirty laundry was lingering too.

With his rifle raised, he made his way down the hall. Passing by bunks and break rooms and even a laundry room, which was where the smell was coming from. Right across the laundry room though was a server room though. Upon entering there were three long rows of server towers, no doubt filed with data. He made his way down one of the rows and connected his laptop, which he carried in his bag.

According to files on the servers, the group was conducting experiments on people. Any explanation on what experiments were expunged though. He tapped his earpiece again speaking softly, “Overlord, come in, I think I got something. I found some files on experiments they have been doing. Sending them your way now.”

The voice on the other end responded, “Understood Alpha-1, keep searching for anything more on this group.”

He gave a nod, “Understand Overlord, Alpha-1 ou-“ He was cut off from finishing as he was hit in the side of the head with a buttstock. The force knocked out the earpiece and forced him to drop his rifle as he collapsed onto the cold tile floor. Whoever hit him dragged him out of the server room and down another hall. He was too dizzy to try and grab anything either before everything went black.

After some time, Nezha slowly came to his senses. Trying to move his arms didn’t work as they were tied behind him and to the steel chair he was in. The side of his head was still hurting from the impact too. Looking around, he was in what looked to be the cargo bay of the building, which for some reason was almost empty. Only almost, because in front of him was an immense vat, full of some gray goop.

What looked to be about 15 feet in front of him, he saw a black figure. No visible features besides a set of shining glasses. The voice of the figure was deep, “Hello there Alpha-1, or should I say Nezha. I must say I am surprised you managed to make it in and transport some files. Though, we don’t take kindly to intruders here.”

Nezha struggled against his binds, “Grrr, let me go! I’ve seen those files, and you are sick people!”

The figure chuckled softly, “We are? Through all that expunged data? Now now you must be joking. You don’t get it do you, those are dummy files. While you are here though, how about I get some information from you. So who do you work for?”

“Like hell I’m telling you anything!” He continued to struggle before out of nowhere, a clear tube came down from the ceiling and was stuck into his maw.

The figure pressed a button on the control panel, as a soft buzzing sound started up and the same gray substance from the vat flowed into Nezha, “Incorrect answer, now time for the punishment.”

The slop flowed into his mouth, despite the color it actually tasted like pizza. Though the thought of it tasting nice was quickly gone as his body armor and vest started to feel strained. Looking down, he watched in horror as his gut was expanding with the goop. The tight fabric already started to rip from all the growing.

The figure watched Nezha slowly grow from the formula, chuckling to itself, “Now you are either gonna tell me who you work for, or that whole vat is going into you.”

Nezha shivered at that thought, though didn’t budge and shook his head. He thought to himself though, ‘If that all goes into me, I don’t think extraction is possible…’

“That’s a shame, so I hope you enjoy it, because whoever is gonna need to airlift you out of here. Goodbye Nezha.” The figure slowly disappeared into the darkness behind it, and the buzzing from the vat grew louder. Before long the hose was pumping in the slurry at full speed. The pressure from the vest became too much, causing it to split in two. The front half shooting off forward, the heavy metal of the plate slamming into the ground. The back half only rested against the chair.

The rest of Nezha’s gear didn’t fare well either, his tactical pants were at their limit from his growing thighs and rear. The fabric was straining as hard as it could to keep his growing mass contained. The chair also started to bend, the legs flattening against the ground from the new weight. The undershirt for Nezha’s armor was barely even on anymore too. It had ridden up fully, exposing his swelling gut, which was covering his thighs completely.

The ropes started to tear though, which gave a small glimmer of hope. He ripped his arms free from the ropes, and attempted to tug on the hose. It didn’t so much as budge, instead a small beep emitted from it. The buzz that became more of a nuisance became even louder now, making the flow speed up more. Nezha watched as each large glob of the formula added noticeable amounts of flab to his body.

Each gulp pushed his gut out a few inches. Each gulp added another hundred to his thighs and rear. Each gulp made his arms start to sink into his mass. There was no more chance of escape now, only watching the vat drain and watching his mass grow. He could even see the glimmer of the figure’s glasses through one of the nearby windows, watching.

The vat of sludge continued to empty steadily, pushing more into Nezha. At only 25% left on the vat though, he felt his rear press up against the back of the room, plus some of the sides. His gut was firmly pressed up against the front of the room, he could even feel the cold glass of the vat. The thin metal walls began to creak and bow outwards from the pressure Nezha was putting on the building. He swore he could even see a toothy grin from his capture outside the window.

The vat still pumped in more though, adding to how much Nezha was being compressed in by the building. As the vat reached its last few pumps though, the walls finally had enough. In a loud crash, like two cars slamming into each other, the walls exploded off in each direction. The roof flung off past the compound’s parking lot.

Nezha’s rear had flattened the rest of the compound behind him, while his gut pressed firmly against the hill. The figure stood on top of the hill, looking over at him, “Now that was quite the show, though it seems you still aren’t willing to talk. Though I doubt you even can. It seems though your rescue is here. We should catch up another time, I’ll make sure to have a bigger vat. Tata for now.”

The figure stepped into the trees and out of sight, leaving Nezha to try and move about. The movement only causes loud sloshes to break the silence of the night. As the sounds died down though, a truck rolled up to the crushed compound. Seeing it replaced by Nezha’s mass. The same voice from his earpiece was heard, “I’ll call in the air support.”