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"Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3..." a man speaks while tapping on a camera, causing a flicker in the operators' screen.

"This working now, Mike?"

"Yep, feed's all clear, that'll be camera 3," the operator, Mike, confirms for the agent. "So that room's got the elevator, let's check the others again," he turns to the other operator who is connecting the cameras' feeds to the switchboards.

The 1st camera shows the gas pumps outside the station with a white van, littered soda cans, and products near the wall.

The 2nd camera is in the store with an aisle of products, a stack of wheels, and a row of three lottery machines. The entrance is shown on the right.

The 3rd camera is in the cafeteria with multiple tables surrounded by red chairs. A countertop is at the back with a display of pastries, a cash register, and soda machines with cups.

The 4th camera watches the parking lot where a blue minivan at the farthest corner away from the building, a red minivan sits a couple spots to the left, the yellow car is parked near the building, and a white sedan is parked just underneath the camera.

The 5th camera shows the backyard where an orange car sits under a lamppost. A green dumpster sits against the wall with trash all around it. A hopscotch game is drawn on the pavement.

The 6th camera watches the intersection that leads to the gas station. The main road goes from bottom to top with it going into full darkness. Another road extends to the right, leading to the gas station.

"Alright, I think we've got all the cameras set up, let's do a quick walkthrough of what we're here to do, agents," the other operator, Felix, begins his instructions to the crew on site.

"Mike and I are the operators for tonight, we'll be watching the camera feeds and dispatching you to detect, confirm, and correct the anomalies."

"While we're waiting on the clock, I'll go ahead and start the defaulting for our camera feeds," Mike interjects, clicking through the cameras and begins processing an image of area in their current states.

"Time check," Felix calls out.

"4 minutes, let's get these images processed soon," Mike responds.

"Your devices, specifically the generators, will draw directly from these images of the rooms so that it can generate an item matching the feeds. Okay, back to you, Felix."

"Let's start with this: all you need to do is go in, simply confirm and correct the anomalies, and get out. We will be dispatching a number of you and assign the devices accordingly," he continues his instructions. Mike clears his throat, pointing to the clock which is 3 minutes before midnight.

"You all know what tools you'll have, but you can only take additional tools according to dispatch instructions. Do not fire your disintegrators unless you absolutely must," Felix warns, reciting a few regulations over saving ammunition and reckless use.

The clock beeps, it has struck midnight. Mike clicks it off, then he and Felix immediately start watching cameras.

"So these things usually start coming up after a few minutes, right?" Mike questions, to which Felix confirms.

"Why don't we just put up the photos next to the screens?"

"That would encourage us to take longer on the cameras, missing on potential anomalies in other areas, so we'll need to be quick about switching the cams," Felix explains. "You'll be able to notice if something changes. It usually takes these agents around 10 minutes to fix anything, blame the scanner."

After their conversation, they begin to concentrate on their feeds.

A few minutes go by and Mike catches something.

"Field, 1 agent for 1-C in camera 3, café," he calls out to the field agents. "Newspaper's moved tables."

The agent, Clark, walked into the room with a thick suit marked with bright red-orange stripes and a gas mask with dimly glowing white eyes. "What do we got here," he says to himself when he finds the elusive newspaper. "You ain't 'spose to be here, huh?"

Clark walks up to the camera and presses the toggle on the control panel underneath it. The lens cap wheels down, blocking the view, while the scanning device next to it whirs on. Lasers bounce around the room, seeking the anomalies and differences from the processed images prior to midnight.

After it scans the room in full for a few minutes, the beams focus on the empty spot where the newspaper is meant to be. "Gotcha!" Clark grabs the newspapers and places them to their original spot, then walks up to the camera to run a scan again. It dings, to which he toggles the devices and the cap wheels off.

"1-C in cam 3 cleared," Clark speaks on the radio.

"Should be an easy night then," Mike says, but is cut off when Felix turns on his microphone.

"Field, 2 agents for 5-F in camera 5, back parking," Felix calls out. "Dispatching electrical kit and ladder."

2 other agents, Amber and Cole appear in the employee parking lot. Amber's carrying the toolkit for fixing electricals while Cole carries a ladder. Cole sets down the ladder under the flashing light, then walks to the camera to toggle it.

"It's kinda weird that they're having us essentially turn off the camera, isn't it?" Mike questions, but Felix shrugs it off. "Eh. It doesn't seem to be an issue?"

"Oh! Felix, how's it going? Think I heard this is your first time now that you've passed training," Mike begins the chat.

"Going well, doesn't seem like there's a whole lot? They made it sound like it's a lot-" he stops when the camera returns and hears Amber on the radio.

"5-F in camera 5 cleared," she confirms. Both agents leave the room without a trace.

"Anyway, yeah, is this just all there is?" he asks.

"Well, there's been some weird ones before, but like, we're just chilling in a trailer. Good money if I say so," he shrugs while switching between cameras.

"Did you see the report from the owner?" Felix inquires, grabbing the printed report from the basket between the operators. "Here, listen- can you take over the cams for a moment?" Mike nods, then he begins reading.

B.O.A.D.A.C. - Official Report: Jason Gas (gas station)
Owner of Jason Gas reports the following:

Multiple faint, ghostly sightings by several customers late at night, close to 3AM.
Lights flickering or burning out despite fresh replacements and passed inspections on day of.
Entire displays moved around store area despite being bolted to the ground, no marks to indicate movement.
Extra cars sighted by 1 employee, despite being the only person in the area and did not hear any cars pulling up nor see other persons.

Intervention: Approved

"Not gonna lie, if I saw some random car but heard nothin', I'm out," Mike exclaims in a half-joking manner while switching between cams before cutting his chuckle short.

"Field, 1 agent for 8 in gas pumps," Mike calls out.

The agent, Aaron, walks in with an uneasy feeling.

"Aaron, it's okay, just first-time jitters," he reassures him as he walks into view. He sees the banner that changed from a cartoony gas canister to an eerie face. He walks up to the camera and toggles it on, but the moment the camera is covered, a rustling sounds from nearby bushes next to the dumpsters.

His eyes dart towards the bushes on the other side of the gas pumps only to notice a large silhouette peering from behind the building. Panic seeps into his mind and he reaches for his radio, but the silhouette jumped straight from the corner of the building to the front of him within a flash, knocking him down and throwing the radio across the ground, out of reach.

Under the light, he's finally revealed.

Wait a minute...this is him, isn't it? Aaron recognizes him, the "Huge Man" from the old records at B.O.A.D.A.C. when he was training, but those records are decades old. What is he doing here?

Aaron collects himself and attempts to crawl to his radio, but the Huge Man quickly grabs his neck and lifts him into the air, face to face. His unblinking eyes glared into his, heavily breathing.

He drops him to the ground, then kneels. He pins one of Aaron's arms to the side, preventing him from moving, while his other hand explores the suit. His glare still hadn't left, as if the Huge Man's body was independent of the head. After some time of searching, he growls and rips the lower half of his suit, lowering them to his ankles. His thermals were the next to be torn, finally revealing his boxer briefs.

Aaron eyes down to his crotch, seeing the lack of clothes just on his legs, and freezes. The Huge Man reaches for the briefs and rips them into two, revealing his slit.

The Huge Man, still maintaining the stare, nudges a finger into the slit, not caring for the dryness nor for the useless thrashing. His knuckles stretch the vagina to widths he hadn't experienced before.

He continues to push the finger in, then pulls it back out, and starts a rhythm. His vagina begins to lubricate the thrusting, reducing the pain.

Then, Aaron feels another finger in on his vulva. Panic skyrockets as it pushes in, stretching him doubly wide, and yet no time had passed until he inserts another finger, then a fourth, until finally his whole fist.

The Huge Man begins pushing his balled-up fist inside up to his wrist, then pulls it back out. He repeats the thrusting, easing his arm in and out each time, as if he weren't in a rush.

Minutes go by and the fisting finally ends. Aaron relaxes in relief; finally the nightmare's over, but he's still there. His eyes still hadn't blinked, unsettling him even more even with his dripping, gaping pussy. He looks down and notices that his pants were gone, that his large cock is dangling and hardening. Oh. Fuck.

The Huge Man pulls his waist closer until the tip of his cock presses against his clit. He rubs it up and down the slit, lubing up the cock and dripping precum onto his belly.

Finally, he aims his cock for Aaron's entrance. He braces for the sheer size, bigger than his fist. He slides in an inch, then pulls out, then back in until the head pops in. Why the fuck is this happening to me?! Aaron screams in his head as the cock continues to inch inside him.

After a minute of continuous inching, the Huge Man's balls finally meet Aaron's butt. He picks up the pace, thrusting into him aggressively, pushing more precum further into him. He releases Aaron's arms and grabs his waist with both hands, slowly lifting him into the air while battering into his pussy. His eyes still never left Aaron's, his head doesn't budge as he thrusts.

Aaron reaches down for his crotch, but a new obstacle confuses him. He looks down to find a moving large bulge, the shape of his cock, distending his skin. He hovers his hand over the end of the bulge, feeling the skin stretching and settling on repeat.

The Huge Man slows to a stop, which only means one thing: he's about to fucking cum inside me?! His cock's veins bulge within him, and then his cum spills into his belly. It increases into a stream, adding to the weight until his womb expands. The shape of his cock disappears as he continues to cum until he appeared as if he were 6 months pregnant. The size of him only forces him to sob in pain and pleasure.

He still doesn't stop cumming until he appears full-term, then finally stops. He pulls his cock out, leaving him agape and dripping onto the ground. A puddle of cum forms, and suddenly the Huge Man disappears, as if he were never there.

The radio beeps. "Aaron? Aaron, come in, you've been out there for over 10 minutes," Felix calls to an absent-minded Aaron, still reeling and sobbing from the fucking.

"Alright, field, calling 2 agents to camera 1, code 9," he dispatches agents to the gas pumps, not ready for the sight they're about to see.

"Aaron? What the fuck happened?!" one of the agents immediately run to him on the ground, her hands touching the belly to confirm it's not just a hallucination, while the other agent immediately calls the operators on his radio.

"Felix, Mike?! Are y'all seeing this?!" Jacob runs up to the camera and toggles the camera back on, revealing Aaron laying on the ground delirious and whimpering with his massive belly atop him, and his pussy is fully visible. Eliza quickly covers his vulva with a towel, and lifts him upright, albeit with difficulty due to the sheer size of him.

Mike and Felix only stare at the camera in shock. "What the fuck did this to him?" they stare at each other for a moment, then back at the camera. "Okay, Jacob, Eliza, take him back to the trucks, now! We're calling for backup," the agents manage to lift him upright, and hold him underneath his arms as he waddles. Eliza puts her arm under his belly to relieve him of his weight, but she can't stop glancing at it every few steps as they quickly walk to the trucks. Cum continues to drip onto his thighs and down his legs, leaving a sticky white trail from the gas station. A third truck pulls up with the B.O.A.D.A.C. logo with an orange cross next to it.

Medics in the truck jump out with a stretcher and pulls Aaron onto it, cum dripping and soaking as he's hauled in. Jacob slams the doors closed and pounds it, and the driver speeds away.

"Seriously, what the fuck?" Eliza and Jacob chime to each other at the same time, watching the truck disappear into the woods.

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"Beep, beep," Charlotte speaks as she tests her microphone while rustling through the papers. The trucks park just outside the apartment complex, white and bare. The operators unbuckle and begin preparing their stations, turning on monitors and reading out the procedure to the other truck with field agents and arsenal of tools.

"Alrighty," Liam sighs while grabbing the printed report. "Let's see what the boas got us-"

"Hah, boas? That's a new one, I like it," Charlotte quips at his nickname for the bureau.

"Well, glad you like it," he smirks, then clears his throat and begins reading.

B.O.A.D.A.C. - Official Report: Brooks Complex (apartment complex)
Manager of Brooks Complex reports the following:

Several tenants report extra light switches where nonexistent prior
1 tenant reported missing a radiator in bathroom despite seeing it present an hour before
Several tenants reported an "endless stairway"
Coffin in one of the alleyways continue to reappear or its damage disappear, even after several removal and burning attempts

Intervention: Approved

"The black spots are weird," she comments. "How did people like get rid of those before calling us?"

"No clue, but hopefully we can get rid of 'em tonight."

Soon the screens light up one by one as the field agents prepare the cameras and test them. The operators begin processing each areas and calibrating the scanners as the timer ticks down.

"Makes me wonder," he starts. "B.O.A.D.A.C.'s been around for some decades, right? How'd they even start this, especially with the record of the past locations."

"Imagine it all started out as a fake ghost-hunters reality show," she laughs, half-jokingly. "But yeah, something must've happened and then popped up more to warrant organizing all this."

As they process the rooms, Charlotte comes across an odd area.

"Liam, check this out," she points to one of her screens. The 8th elevator sits in the plain, clean elevator with 4 identical men carrying briefcases.

"What the hell?" he exclaims, then notices something much stranger. "Wait a minute, in another camera, there's caution tape on that elevator, says it's out of order, so why are they moving like that?" he points to the swaying of the men, as if the elevator is moving.

"Yeah, we need to watch that real close, keep it on your screen too," she suggests and Liam nods in agreement.

"Hey, what's the weirdest anomaly you've seen?" he asks, still processing and calibrating the images from the field.

"Let's see: weirdest is probably this floating guy back in a penthouse, you could even see him from another camera too."

"That's creepy as hell. Weirdest for me is just seeing eyeballs in places, like there was one in a sink, forgot what place it was," he recounts his experience.

"Yeah when the fellas went in to take care of that dude, he just kept shaking until they disintegrated him. No sound, no screaming, just gone."

The operators continue to chat until the alarm clock beeps: it's midnight.

"Alright, game time," Liam turns to his screens and clicks on his controls.

A few minutes go by and Charlotte catches something, or rather, nothing, in camera 7.

"Field, 1 agent for 1-A in camera 7, alleyway, dispatching reintegrator" she calls out to the field and watches for them on the screen, her black suit with orange stripes reflecting under the lamp. "Missing some glass debris on the ground just next to the pallet boards."

The agent, Helena, walks up to the camera and toggles on the cover and scanner. Her screen is blacked out as the scanner probes for a few minutes, marking each individual empty spaces as it compares the area to the calibrated image.

Once the scanner finally finished, she aims the reintegrator at the empty area and fires. The debris is built back together out of thin air, returning to their original state. Once she finishes, she turns on the scanner again for confirmation.

"1-A in cam 7 cleared," Helena radios the operators truck, toggles the scanner and cover off, and leaves the camera as if nothing had changed.

As Charlotte wraps up her quick report of the anomaly, Liam catches another in the other alleyway.

"No way, dude, look," he pokes at Charlotte and points to one of his screens. The coffin near the dumpster is open, with a man in a suit upright looking around.

"Yeah, that takes the cake now," she exclaims, then returns to her station.

"Field, 3 agents for 2-M in cam 9, got a man looking out of his coffin, bring a disintegrator and vacuum," he orders. Three of the agents, Peter, Olivia, and Daniel, walk slowly into the area, watching the man's every move.

"Oh, hey, I- uh- I'm not sure what's going on here?" the man asks the moment he sees them, shivering in the cold and yet strangely stiff in movement. "Can you help me?"

Liam interjects in the agents' radios: "Do not listen to him."

Daniel aims his disintegrator at the weird man while the Peter grabs his baton from his belt and Olivia prepares her vacuum tank on her back. She walks up to the camera to toggle on the cover, then gestures for Daniel.

"Wait, no, please don't-" the man yells just as Daniel presses the trigger, and an orange beam shoots him in the center. His body breaks down into dust, starting from the chest and progresses outward, to his shoulders and hips, then to his elbows and knees, then at last, his fingertips that reached out towards the agents. A moment later, all that remains is the dust in the coffin and the ground, to which Olivia swiftly cleans up. They close the coffin, then run the scanner again.

"What if that was a real guy though?" Peter asks as they leave.

"If it was, he would've been lit on fire rather than turned into dust," Olivia clarifies, explaining from her anomaly research studies in training. "These tools are designed specific to anomalies, otherwise it's a heated laser. Everything in these vacuums go straight to a B.O.A.D.A.C. facility too, they have the means to get rid these of existence, however they do that," she finishes.

The agents toggle the camera back on as they leave while the operators continue searching in their screens.

"Field, 1 agent for code 8 in cam 5, stairways," Charlotte calls out. The papers on the apartment door next to the staircase and elevator was swapped out.

Chris walks up the stairs, then walks towards the camera to toggle it. As he walks back to the apartment door and prepares the swap, the elevator dings. He looks behind him and sees the doors slowly open, eyes widening in confusion.

The doors open, with a man in a suit carrying a briefcase steps out ahead, its movements abnormally stiff in a person. Chris freezes in place, staring at him. Then, it bends its neck towards Chris, its eyes mostly clear and its mouth agape, showing an emptiness.

It walks towards Chris and grabs his arm, its strength doesn't translate in his appearance as it drags him towards the elevator. He tries to pull away, to plant his feet to no avail as he is brought face to face with 3 other men identical to the first. Their eyes are all clear and their mouths gape, just like the first, and the elevator dings again.

The moment it closes, the men go rabid. They lift him up by his arms and legs and tear apart his suit and clothes down to just his boxers. They wait for a moment, watching him writhe in their hands, struggling to get free, to even press the elevator buttons. One of them cleanly rips his boxers in half, revealing his limp cock. Oh, fuck no, his thoughts race, panicking over what they may do to him.

Another reaches for his ass and nudges a finger in his anus dry. He screams in agony as it pushes further in, knuckle by knuckle. It pulls out and pushes back in while the 3 others watch, unmoving.

A different one grabs his cock and pumps it up and down, hardening it. The last of them unzips its pants, springing its cock out within Chris' sight. His eyes shoot in panic and he struggles once more, but it only results in the finger in his anus pushing deeper inside. He screams again until he's moved upright, sandwiched between two of them, his face right in front of the expressionless, clear-eyed thing in front of him.

The one holding his cock pulls it up, creating space for its own. The finger leaves his anus and is quickly replaced by a cock, rapidly thrusting into him with no regards for his pain.

Precum leaks out of his asshole and spreads onto his buttocks. The ramming leaves him breathless, forcing him to stiffen.

The man behind him closes in, its chest on his back, as it inserts a finger on both hands into his anus around the cock inside him. It stretches him wide, as if about to tear, and holds it in place while it pushes another cock in his asshole.

Chris ran out of energy and breath to scream and can only relax as the two men thrust into him in tandem; he reaches his climax as the 2 men in his ass and the one pumping his dick reach a rhythm. His buttocks are smeared in all 4 of their cocks' precum and his belly is covered in his own sperm.

Suddenly, the two men in his anus slow to a stop. Oh, this better not be- his thoughts get interrupted when their cocks throb slightly. Then, they cum into his belly in a stream, causing his belly to bloat ever so slightly.

As the elevator hums with activity, the operators continue skimming through their cameras until Charlotte stops.

"Hey, Liam?" she looks over for a moment. "Have you seen the elevator in a while?" Liam looks at her inquisitively, then quickly speeds through the cameras.

"Huh, looks like it malfunctioned," he confirms her suspicions.

"Field, 3 agents for 6-U in camera 8, cut through the stairway, bring an electrical kit and a disintegrator just in case," he orders.

Chris hears footsteps just outside the elevator as he is continually rammed into by 2 men in the ass. He tries to scream, but his mouth is blocked by a mouth.

One of them turns to face the elevator doors, waiting.

Daniel walks up to the door and presses the button, but it's nonfunctioning. He turns his head around to call for a crowbar, but is immediately interrupted by strange sounds from within.

"Operator, roll call real quick?" he radios the operators truck.

"On it," Charlotte pulls up the map of the field agents. 11 agents are nearby, next to the other truck with the arsenal and commander. Wait. 11? she stops in her tracks.

"Liam, you called 3 agents, correct?"

"Yeah, 3, they're at the stairway right now," he confirms.

"I'm only seeing 11 near us, so we're missing someone," she realizes and traces their previous dispatches.

"Okay, field in the stairway, we are missing 1 agent, Chris, who was dispatched to your exact location previously," she begins. The 3 agents glance at each other, confused what could have happened to Chris but look towards Daniel who still has his ear on the elevator doors.

"And just now, we discovered that the camera in the elevator was down, and we are not sure how long it's been," she continues, adding to the collective worries.

"Do you see any sign of Chris?" Liam questions, his full attention on the agents.

"No, no sign," Daniel responds, then hears a thud in the elevator.

The 2 men in Chris' anus slow to a stop and cum again, streaming into his slowly swelling belly. It grows inches as minutes go by, and his whining is still soundless to the agents outside. Their eyes remain focused on the door as their bodies repeatedly thrust in and out, bruising his butt. Please, please hear me, he cries as he hears the agents on the radio outside.

A third man encroaches between the others, its hand looking for the hole. Wait, wait, another?! he panics, writhing to get away from the hand.

It finally finds the anus, then its tip covered in precum pokes beside the other 2.

Just outside, he hears a sudden loud bang.

"Something's going on in here," Daniel says as he grabs a crowbar from his belt, hearing the unknown noises grow louder.

"Gabe, c'mere, help me push this," he jams it between the doors, then orders Ben to stand with a disintegrator aiming at the doors.

The doors open only by a millimeter, but it doesn't stop the 4 men yet. They continue to jackhammer into him, spurting globs of cum into his belly until it distended as if he'd swallowed a basketball. Cum starts to ride up his throat until he coughs and spits some out onto his bare belly.

He glares at the elevator as the doors slowly but surely widen. The men begin to slow down for the last time, cumming inside until his belly starts to strain at the volume and weight.

As the doors creak, they drop him with no care, and immediately revert back to their original states. Chris groans on his back, grasping his belly and trying to reach for his leaking anus. One of them glances at him with its glass eyes and tilted head, observing the work they'd done, then looks back forward.

Finally the doors open. The four men remain still even as the 3 agents drop their tools and rush in, circling until they're behind him, and lift him by the arms. He moans in the sudden weight pulling him down, unable to move his legs as he's dragged outside of the elevator.

Gabe looks back, noticing the puddle of white liquid as well as the splatters on the walls, then he looks up. One of them in the back of the elevator has its head tilted, staring at him with a faint grin. Then, the doors close.

Ben reaches down to inspect Chris' belly, his hand sticking to it slightly with the same white liquid. He looks at his dazed face confused, then reaches further down until he discovers his massive gaping asshole completely coated in wetness and his thighs soaked.

"Uh, operator," he radios. "I think I know what happened to Chris now."

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"Alright, let's unpack," Arnold calls to the other team as their trucks screech to a halt. He opens the back doors and notices the lonely cabin among the trees. "See this, Roger?"

"That'd be a nice place to live in," he comments, then returns to rustling with the papers on their desks. "Maybe not one with freaky shit though, y'know?" Arnold agrees.

"Alrighty, ready for the report?" he found the papers with the confirmation.

B.O.A.D.A.C. - Official Report: Jared's Log Cabin (personal/rental home)
Homeowner of Cabin reports the following:

Mysterious unknown animal tracks found in snow around house
Homeowner's children report knocking sounds from bathroom
Renters report bright green glow from kitchen, disappears when attempting to get closer
Homeowner's wife report creaking sounds of rocking chair in living room despite being only person in home at the time
Front door window suddenly frosts when observed

Intervention: Approved

"Ughh, the rocking chair one," Arnold shivers at the idea. "If I saw even a movement in a chair like that, I. Am. Out. Out!" Roger chuckles as they prepare their monitors. The agents are already setting up the cameras as they blink on one by one.

"Ohh-kay, here we go," they begin processing the rooms, saving snapshots of their default states, minutes moving by as they get closer to midnight.

"What kinda life would you live, like say you just retired right now?" Arnold asks, his eyes glued to his screen.

"Hmm," Roger hums as he sorts his thoughts. "Y'know, 2 kids and a wonderful wife, I'd probably have enough for both our retirements, country-side home," he stumbles in his answer.

"That's a good one, invite me for the campfire nights though!" he quips with Roger nodding eagerly as the alarm buzzes. "And right on time."

The operators scroll through their cameras every few minutes until one of them clicks the microphone on.

"Sending 1 agent to camera 2, 1-C, coats moved around," Roger calls out. An agent appears in the room through the front door, then immediately looks to the coat hangers, recognizing the change.

They walk up to the camera and toggle the scanner on, turning off the operator's view as the cover slides over.

Faint blue dots mark the original locations of the blue and green coats. The agent simply picks them up and places them back on, carefully fluffing them up to fill the marked spaces. Then they walk up to the scanner and run it again, then toggle the camera back on.

"Easy peasy," he chuckles before switching to the next camera.

Arnold scrolls through the cameras until landing on the bathroom, noticing a shift in the toilet lid. As he looks closer, he gags when he notices a living person just sitting within it, the lid resting on its head.

"Field, 2 agents to camera 6, bathroom, 2-S, got a gross fella living in the toilet. And bring disintegrators," he orders.

A minute later, 2 agents with disintegrators and a vacuum open the left door into the bathroom.

They both audibly but quietly (quieter than Arnold at least) gag as they hear sloshing in the toilet. Sean walks up to the camera and closes the cover and activates the scanner while Adeline grabs a broom from the closet. Adeline points the broom to the toilet lid, waiting for Sean to ready his disintegrator. 

"Ready when you are," she looks to Sean, her broom close to the toilet while staring at the intruder in the eyes.

"Okay, lift it in 3..." he turns on his disintegrator, charging it as he counts down.

"Now!" she lifts the lid quickly with the broom and the intruder stays in its spot. Sean then fires a beam at the toilet resident, disintegrating it from the tips of its fingers to the core.

Adeline toggles on the vacuum, sucking up the ash and dust left behind. Then she walks up to the camera, turns on the scanner and waits for its cycle, then toggles the camera back on.

"I don't think I've seen anything grosser than that, Sean," she gripes as they leave the bathroom.

"Yep..me neither," he gags, trying to come up with thoughts to erase the sloshing sounds from his head.

Hours pass by as they catch anomalies here and there. The TV turned on to static, the lantern lit up on the kitchen table, a painting was swapped for another in the entryway. Arnold yawns as he clicks the arrow buttons.

"Bro, don't yawn man," Roger quips, catching his own yawn but jolts himself up when he opens the kitchen camera. A pulsing green glow emanates from the microwave.

"Huh? Field, sending 3 agents to room 4, glowy thingy in the kitchen," he calls out.

Caroline, Dylan, and Margo walk into the living room, catching sight of the bright glow on the cabin walls. They glance at each other and continue walking forward near the kitchen.

The moment they step in, a shift is noticed between the three of them. They lower their gear, their eyes glaring at the bright green thing sitting in the microwave. Caroline walks up to the camera and toggles it off, then turns around, facing the strange object.

"Wait, Margo, what're you-" Dylan reaches for her when he notices her removing her mask.

She absentmindedly grips the rock and pulls it towards her mouth, sniffing it, then takes a small lick at it. She looks at Caroline and Dylan, offering the object.

They look at each other in confusion, but suddenly drop their gear. They take off their masks too and grab the rock, taking a quick taste of it.

As they lap up the rock, Margo slowly unzips her suit, revealing her sports bra and thin underwear. She walks up to Dylan and unzips him as he begins full-on making out with Caroline. Margo tugs his suit off, then pulls down his briefs. A hard cock springs up for attention, and she wastes no time in sucking it. She bobs her head up and down as Dylan reaches hand under Caroline, his thumb rubbing slow circles on her clit.

As Margo blows him, a sudden growth of his cock interrupts her. A dim green glow takes her attention as it lengthens. It was originally 4 inches, but now it steadily enlarges in her still mouth.

Dylan pulls away from Caroline and looks down, glaring at his 6"-yet-still-lengthening cock with confusion and delight as Margo takes it in full.

Thump. Caroline's eyes darts towards the bedroom door, wondering where the sound just came from. Thump. Thump. She jolts each time, then hears a steady rhythm of thumping.

She pulls away from Dylan and Margo, whom pay no attention to her at all, and walks up to the bedroom door with the green rock in her hand. She turns the knob and slowly opens it, noticing a large person humping a pillow on one of the beds. Her eyes widen and her grin fades in. Oh, now this I can do. She slowly walks into the room but right before she walks into the camera's view, she toggles it off.

The intruder slows to a stop, then turns its head around to her. Its white unblinking eyes lock with hers, then it moves off the bed. Its massive 8" cock dangles between its legs, dripping with precum.

"Ooh, alright, let's see what you've got, huh?" she eagerly walks up to him only to be roughly grabbed and thrown onto the bed on her stomach, and takes another lick at the rock.

Dylan pulls Margo up and nudges her towards to the table, then lifts her up on the end of it. He rips off her underwear, revealing her soaked pussy, then pushes her onto her back with his hands keeping her wrists down. She smiles as she watches him sit his cock on top of her vulva, rubbing it on her clit.

After a minute or so of edging, he finally pushes it in slightly. He pulls it back out, then pushes back in, gaining a little distance each time. He rolls back and forth, moving one of his hands towards her clit and rubs until she moans.

Her pussy squirts onto his belly and thighs as she relishes in the fucking. He grins devilishly, rolling his cock further into her vagina until half of it rests inside her. He speeds up the pace, pulling his cock out and pushing it back in over and over.

The intruder walks behind Caroline at the foot of the bed, hooking its hands on her hips and yanks her up, her knees propping her ass up. She yelps when it pulls her legs apart slightly, opening up room for her dripping pussy and quivering asshole.

"What're you-" she begins to question it but is cut off when she feels a slick cock poking at her ass. Its precum stains her butt while it gropes her waist, looking for a way to hold her shaky legs in place.

The intruder stops for a moment when its dick finally catches onto her vulva, and she watches as it slowly pushes it in. Inch by inch, it continues until its balls make contact with her clit and a bulge appears on her belly. She lifts one of her hands and rubs her belly, feeling its bulge increasing in size.

She only manages a second of relief before it begins ramming its cock back and forth, the bulge pushing her hand with each thrust. She lets out a small gasp each time, gripping the sheets with her other hand for stability.

"Huh. Have you seen the bedroom in a bit?" Roger asks Arnold when he comes across the blackened camera in the bedroom.

"Haven't seen it," he responds, then switches to the camera and notices the same thing. "I must've skipped over it a few times somehow. Let me check on the ones in the kitchen..."

"Agents in the field, you were dispatched for an object in room 4, for the green object in the microwave. Please respond."

Nothing. "I wish we could just toggle the cameras from here," he sighs in frustration."

"You know why we cant, the scanners' lasers would fuck up with the lens," Roger replies, though sharing the same sentiment.

Arnold clicks the microphone again, aiming for attempt 2 at reaching the agent. "Agents Caroline, Margo, and Dylan, please respond."

Dylan and Margo continue their aggressive make-out session, drowning out the sounds of the radios on the floor. As he goes rabid with his cock in her pussy, it grows in length and its dim green veins glow slightly brighter. As Dylan continues to jackhammer into her, it'd grown into 8" long, buried deep to the hilt. He abruptly ends the kissing and reaches for her bra's front latch, unhooking it until her breasts slip out into the cool air. He grasps one of them and lightly squeezes it as he continues fucking her.

Minutes of thrusting pass by until he slows to a stop. Margo snaps from her daze and takes in the scene. Her eyes widen as he leans forward and lifts his breast-groping arm back onto her wrist, locking her in place. The cock within her starts to pulse and a warmth spreads throughout her regions, and it finally clicks for her. What the fuck is he doing- she is cut off when she notices her belly begin to form a rounded bulge.

She manages to pull one of her arms out from under him and pushes him, but he doesn't budge. His hazy eyes stare ahead and he continues to groan as he pumps more and more into her until she looked a few months pregnant.

After Dylan finally stops pumping cum into her, she looks as if she were due. He snaps out of the daze and glares down at their naked bodies, then tracing hers down to his dick balls-deep in her. He immediately pulls out and curses, "What the fuck just happened?"

"I don't fucking know, dickhead, look what you did to me!" she yells at him, but they both stop in their tracks when they hear a rough thumping from the bedroom nearby.

"Wait...where's Caroline?" he asks, then recounts the dispatch call. "They only called for 3 of us...so you're here, and I'm here, and Caroline's not, but that kind of sound isn't..." he realizes what the sounds may be and runs for their gear spread across the kitchen floor. He quickly pulls on his suit and grabs the disintegrator, then runs for the bedroom door only to find that it's locked. Margo attempts to zip her suit up, but the zipper stops under her belly, unmoving, and the suit immediately gets soaked with mixes of her slick and his cum. This is not gonna go well, she fears.

"Operator, we have a problem-" Margo calls, but is cut off.

"What the fuck is going on?" Roger demands. "Why have you not responded to the previous calls?"

"I'll get to that, but we need to get to the bedroom first, we think Caroline's in there and something's going on there," she leaves out the details of the events after finding the glowing green object, shivering as she rubs circles on her large belly.

"Okay, okay, I'll send 2 agents there, they'll be coming with a lockpick kit," he responds, then clicks off.

The intruder continues its rapid thrusting into Caroline's pussy when he raises his hands up to her shoulders, then pulls her upright. Its arms trap her in place as she moans endlessly, its precum and her juices dripping down their thighs.

The bedroom door vibrates from the agents' knocking on the other side. She attempts to gasp for enough air to yell, but it keeps knocking her breath out of her lungs with each thrust.

She endures round after round of thrusting, the knocking fading away into the background. It pulls nearly all the way out and rams it back in, in and out, in and out, and her belly tents outward into her hand with each push.

It finally slows to a stop, fully sheathed and still locking her in place, until its cock pulses violently. It starts drizzling cum into her belly and progresses to a steady stream, then a strong pour. Her belly inches outward within moments to her shock, and it does not end.

Dylan and Margo look towards the rapid footsteps of the 2 other agents. They point to the bedroom door, but she notices them staring at her dead in their tracks.

"Get the fucking door!" she yells while trying another attempt at zipping up her suit again, but her belly and breasts are still out in the open. At least they can't see my pussy anymore, she finds the one and only positive about the ordeal. The two agents snap out of their stare and immediately began on the door.

"Should we turn that camera back on..." Dylan whispers to Margo, adding to her internal panic.

"Oh, shit they're gonna see this," she mumbles, gesturing to her cum-filled belly.

"They're gonna see it sooner or later," he responds as he kneels down to help with her zipper. "Maybe I may have better luck with this stupid, fucking zipper-" the 2 agents interrupt him with a creaking of the door.

"Get the guns, now!" one of them yells to Dylan, to which he grabs his disintegrator and readies it when they barge into the bedroom.

Caroline is still stuck in the arms of the intruder still pumping away when she looks toward them with a dizziness in her face. Dylan charges his disintegrator and aims for the intruder while the other 2 agents get closer, preparing to grab Caroline.

The intruder makes no noise nor budges as it's turned into dust, releasing her. Her numb body flops onto the bed with her ass sticking up in the air propped up by her massive belly, gushing cum and slick down her thighs onto the bed, then onto the floor, creating a white sticky puddle. The agents turn her to her side, her pussy still convulsing with globs of cum pouring out, and yet her belly doesn't shrink.

One of the agents call the operators on his radio while glancing at Caroline's leaking unconscious body on the bed and Margo's gravid belly on the kitchen table's bench. "We need 2 stretchers here, we have...a couple of problems."