Prompt: The Torrential Takeover (Part 1) (18+)

Summary: A water demon attempts to take over a young woman's body for her own nefarious purposes, but there are complications; the woman finds an unwanted presence riding in her mental backseat and a myriad of new powers at her disposal. Commissioned by TheDownhillRabbit6.

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The Torrential Takeover

Part 1

"Ugh..."

Song Winters stirred awake in a bleary daze, turning her body away from the beams of light that invaded through a porthole overlooking her bed. She felt awful, her head swimming. Her entire body felt clammy, feverish, a cold sweat gripping her entire body.

She grimaced, clutching her head as she rose to a sitting position. She groaned, feeling utterly waterlogged; she had a miserable case of bedhead, her long black hair soaked and matting to her skin, and as she looked herself over, her night watchman's uniform was absolutely gnarly with wrinkles. She groaned, not looking forward to ironing those out again—she had just gotten it dry-cleaned too. And it was so tight too... She really had no business going to bed in her work outfit, and now she was paying the price.

Then reality began to set in as her vision cleared up. She blinked twice, glancing around the room. The first thought that came to her was that this wasn't her room. Song didn't recognize this place at all. It was somewhat cramped, and the decor was basic, with a couple island paintings decorating the walls. Her first thought was that it was a hotel.

...Except that she never checked into a hotel. She was handling the night watch at the Chinese Cultural Museum and Archive, and then... Well, her memory was oddly fuzzy, but she felt like she should've remembered checking into a hotel...

Creeeeek... she gasped, her hands digging into the bed sheets as the room swayed subtly, but noticeably. Her eyes drifted to the inconspicuous porthole and, on unsteady legs, she rose to look outside. Unbeknownst to her, the bedsheets that she rose from were terribly damp, soaked through with water...

There was the ocean, as far as she could see. Nothing but ocean waves. Her heart sank as dread crept up on her: she had no worldly idea where she was...

"Where... am I??" She whispered to herself. She reflexively reached to her neck, grasping for something...

...It wasn't there either. Her family hand-me-down for warding evil spirits... She didn't even believe in spiritual mumbo jumbo, it was just a nice present from her grandmother. But it wasn't there...!

Why so nervous, girl?

Song squeaked, hearing a hoarse voice break her concentration. It was so loud, so close, like someone had whispered directly in her ear. She glanced behind her, but there was no one there.

"H... Hello?" She whispered, shivering as the cool air conditioner chilled her soaked body. "Is someone there...?"

What an INSULTING question, after the hell you put me through! Do you intend to mock me!?

Song yelped again, backing sharply into the wall with a clatter. The voice boomed again, this time louder, more insistent. She clutched her head... it felt like the voice was coming from inside her own head, overwhelming her thoughts.

"No!" Song pleaded. "No, I don't... I didn't mean-"

SILENCE!

The voice bellowed once more, and Song collapsed to her knees; her grip on her head tightened.

"Be quiet, be quiet, it's all in your head..." Song muttered to herself like a mantra, hoping this was just some dream, or some strange trick of the mind...

You cannot turn a blind eye to Bai Tza, the demonic ruler of Atlantis! You will pay DEARLY for your insolence! You cannot hold me forever...

Song winced as the voice in her head ranted and raved in a snarling hiss. She had no idea what she was going on about, this Bai Tza person, but her headache, her chills, the beads of sweat rolling down her body... they couldn't all be a coincidence.

She staggered to her feet, looking around for the bathroom. Noting an ajar door, she hurried over, hunching her body over the faucet, and splashing her face with water. She panted, looking herself over in the mirror...

"...Ah!?"

Her eyes bugged out as she examined herself in the mirror. Her attention immediately drifted to her breasts; they looked positively engorged, perfectly round, perky, and each one the size of her head! The fabric of her uniform and her overtaxed bras strained to contain them, her cleavage a considerable valley. They somehow TRIPLED in size overnight...

She cautiously clutched one in each of her palms, jiggling them to confirm they were real; the sensations were true, and they were so sensitive as they wobbled like overtaxed water balloons. Her uniform felt tiny against her voluptuous form, though the mirror didn't offer a good look at her lower body...

Tell me your secrets! Are you a sorceress! How did you fashion your body to be a vessel!?

She grimaced, the voice in her head snapping her out of her sensual daze. Her eyelids fluttered.

"A vessel...?" She repeated quietly to herself. "I'm not a-"

You ARE. A vessel potent enough to ensnare a Water Demon, and wrest away MY power! Tell me how you did it!

Song clutched her head as she hunched over the sink. The angry voice in her head grew increasingly insistent; she was getting a headache, and she hadn't the foggiest idea how to answer those questions. Something strange happened last night, and she had too many questions of her own to bend over and...

"A-ah-" She gasped softly, her eyelids fluttering open as something wet slipped within her cleavage. She glanced down, her mouth gawking. There was a current of water, carried along by some unseen force, cascading down into her cleavage like a translucent tendril. Her eyes followed the stream of water to the faucet of water she left running.

The water flowed from the faucet, before making a gentle 180 degree bend and, as if pulled by a magnetic force, flowed towards her breasts. She gasped, stumbling back; the flow of water continued unabated, disappearing into her cleavage, steam rising from the glistening curvature of her breasts.

Her breath caught in her throat as her breasts wobbled, gyrated, and pumped up subtly, her skin tingling as her pores opened, thirstily drinking the water. She clutched her breasts as she gawked, each one the size of a ripe watermelon in her hands...

Snap! Her bra straps finally gave way as her breasts surged forward, growing steadier in her grasp. She shuddered as her thumbs brushed against her erect nipples, beads of water streaming down her form. She clenched her legs together, she was positively gushing as water splashed along the floor.

Her entire body gyrated and wobbled as she filled with water, her mind in a daze as beads and droplets of water swirled around her. Energy rippled around her as the blacks of her eyes faded away, leaving only pure whites as she panted, a sexual heat washing over her...

BANG BANG BANG!

There was a sharp pounding at her door that snapped her out of her sexual haze. She blinked, her blue eyes returning to her. The water swirling around her splashed to the flooded floor, the faucet's flow dribbling to the sink. She panted, trembling as she hugged her breasts.

"Wh... what the fuck was I doing...?"

The voice in her head didn't answer. She shivered, her eyes turning towards the door leading out from her cabin room...

BANG BANG BANG!

Someone wanted to get inside of her room, and their banging grew more and more insistent. She froze. What was she going to do now...?

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