Exposure - 6 (1/2) - Plans meet Reality
09 Nov 2023Kasumi Goto
Part 5 here
I think that private place thing sounds like a good idea. Was going to suggest it anyway, no chance I'm showing up like I am somewhere anybody can stare right away. And god knows I'll be catching some looks with the way I'm... 'doing things'.
And I can't guarantee I'll be keeping my eyes closed for more than a second, unless I 'test' my body before I 'join'. Because I haven't so far… at least the device knows how to read my messy brain now. It… let’s just say, trying to ‘learn how to walk’ when you already know how to is one hell of a weird experience.
(I'm not sure what to think about what you're saying for the rest of that stuff.)
Anyway, just throw me an invite or whatever it's called these days. I'll fire the thing up now - sure as hell had no plans to backtrack on it at this point. We might as well be idiots together, and have fun doing it. And no talking about anything Thargoid, I really don’t want to have that shit going around my head right now.
I sent that message as a reply. My mind wondered what exactly Meowers had done already, but I was concerned even without that warning. I also wondered what her response would be to my expanded form... it certainly wasn't too extreme, with breasts 'only' at an E-cup size, and hips that extended just about to the middle of my shoulders, though the curve was rather noticeable, whether you looked from the front, sides or back. The enhanced thighs, regular sized shins and my thin waist - averagely thin, not 'bone thin' like those 'supermodels' that barely look alive - didn’t help things.
… and now that I was thinking about it, having a lower half that was almost as wide as the upper half did actually seem a little excessive. Not that I cared. I wanted it, and I liked it.
I suspected those hips wouldn't stay at that size for long, either, knowing myself. I grabbed the VR headset and looked for 'friends' as instructed, quickly finding a 'fine specimen' in a search. More makeup than skin, horrible lip gloss, long hair and fingernails, a 'perfect hourglass shape’, you name it. Maybe some tight pants, more cleavage than one should see in everyday activities …
I looked no further. Turned my profile private, both from realizing that I probably would've wanted to do so anyway, to avoid the attention of certain individuals that liked curvy women beyond simply looking, and because of the advice, then waited for Meowers to let me join. An invitation arrived... not too long after I got done with the stuff she had suggested for me to check out. I tapped on the accept button, which caused another box prompt to pop up.
'Would you like to use your personal avatar?'
Yes.
A short moment passed, then a warning.
'Oops! It appears your subscription level doesn't allow for a custom avatar like yours in someone else's lobby. Would you like to ...'
I rolled my eyes at the text popping up. "Blah blah. Just get this nonsense out of my way and let me have fun."
I dismissed the box after allowing the payment transfer - which was like a drop of water in a lake, with the absurd amount of credits I had laying around from exploration, war evacuation and other activities I'd partaken in - and finally was allowed to hit that stupid 'Join' button without more things impeding. The new avatar was set to load in only once I did, so I closed my eyes as instructed.
A plan that lasted about as long as a bolt of lightning, when the sensation of a non-negligibly heavier chest struck me in a standard 1G environment, and I kind of held my arms up to it to not lose my balance, while looking at what, inarguably, was a quite ampler breast.
Not to forget the noticeably bigger hips, too. The former in a simple, short-sleeved black shirt that hugged the body semi-closely, and the latter in my standard, non-revealing black pants, plus belt.
"Shit! I should've thought about the fact that these were going to be heavy! Why didn’t I test this before?"
Much to my annoyance, I had appeared right in the middle of the room, and I had no idea what Meowers might've been thinking. A thought that exited my head very quickly when I looked up, and saw what was a comical situation with a busted chair missing its legs... if not for the completely oversized figure in the middle, that quickly knocked the desire to facepalm with a barely suppressed, uncontrolled laugh coming out of my mouth, away.
"What the fuck?"
I took a few steps back - more than a few - suddenly very unsure, my mouth open in tandem with that response. Then I controlled my reaction... slightly better.
"Okay, this just looks... fucking ridiculous, but that's a bit far. We weren't supposed to start this off by just shoving everything to the max."
I thought I wouldn't have second thoughts about it, but now, I had some, and my larger thighs seemed to be very comfortable in getting close to each other as I walked back, making things… not much better. At least I didn't have to worry about an offset figure, or undersized shins any longer. Not with what I was looking at. I leaned back slightly, very conscious about the added movement in my upper and lower halves after the 'additions' I had performed. I crossed my arms, a somewhat indignant look on my face, which said more than anything I could have said - but as I was still taking this scene in, nothing could come out of my mouth.
Yet, part of me just wanted to let out how stupid the scene in front of me looked, a fact that probably reflected in my face as I studied it. It was almost like watching a cartoon where a fat guy sat down on the chair and it buckled under his weight, all four legs snapped off and spread to all sides. Except this was not a fat person, just a ridiculously oversized one.