Imagine a prim and proper office woman getting the bounce virus. I like to imagine that she’s able to resist the mental changes, but her booty still bounces and grows against her wishes.
So you basically have a woman who is actively trying to stop uncontrollably twerking and growing, and is entirely aware of what’s happening.
Sakura bit her plump bottom lip as she felt her ass quiver as she strained her eyes and gazed deeply into her laptop screen. Every tremble of her muscles was a reminder she should have spent more on her healthcare coverage package. Because if she had, she'd have been given the full vaccine, not just the partial shot.
A-at least... At least I still have my mind! Sakura thought as she felt her legs instinctively spread out to push her up and out of her chair. The soft echo of her ripe asscheeks and shallow panting breaths echoed out from her office as she tried to will her body obey her. All the while, she could feel pinpricks of heat and pleasure crackle throughout her body. Like a cheap tease, taunting and tempting Sakura to throw all her degrees, training, and hard work and become a hyper pornstar with the biggest tits and ass the world's ever seen.
"Hey, uuuhhh ahem," Mark, her superior, muttered as he pushed open her office door. "Just thought I'd swing by and ask bout those reports. Because Janice needs em by five, and you did promise to have em done by the close of day."
Sakura nodded as her body moved on its own, making her ass clap thunderously. Ecstasy surged through her as the buttons on her blazer popped off, her bra broke, and her spandexleggings ripped in a dozen places. "I-I'll get it done! J-just need to focus on s-s-stopping my ass from growing!!" She shouted as she accidentally whipped her hands across her butt as if to punish her disobedient, disproportionately fat ass. Only to cause it to practically double in size instantly, making her leggings split apart as she came standing upright. "M-Mark... I am so sorry a-about this." Sakura whimpered as her ass quaked with anticipation.
"Nah, I-it's okay. It's a difficult condition, n' all. Wife caught it a day ago and well..." Mark shrugged. "If she isn't focused on something, she's just constant masturbating and twerking. So... take your time."
"I'll get right on it." Sakura trembled as she inadvertently thought of Mark ploughing his wife as she came her brains away. "A-also make sure none of the guys come by my office. Their musky scent sends my body crazy.'
Mark gave a salute. "Will do."