Exposure - 7 - Once You See It
12 Nov 2023Kasumi Goto
"Awesome? I... guess you like what you're seeing."
I couldn't quite help but to blush, lowering my arms, very clearly noticing how Meowers was checking me out, in those certain parts of my body that I had made bigger. Or wider. Or both, since there were components to my lower half that went out in every direction when… made larger.
"I'm... not really sure there really was any plan, to be honest, but you're still... bigger than me just because you made yourself so tall. A bit freakish, or weird, if you ask me, but then ..."
I threw an indicative look down at my 'parts', arms held apart slightly. Part of me was getting tempted about certain other ideas already, seeing the total lack of restraint from the only counterpart currently present, but certain mental barriers were still very much there in my head, for now. And I didn't want to go further in the first few minutes of the meeting, anyway. Though it was entirely possible it was written on my face that I was considering it already.
Still, for now, I had my gaze... not quite fixated on the oversized woman that seemed to barely fit on the bed designed for 'average' humans... or into the height of the room, for that matter, trying to find something else to look at that wasn't so damn awkward. Then, a question occurred to me.
"Have you thought about fitting through a doorway like that?"
"Nnnnope", Meowers replied with a hint of a goofy smirk on her face, and shrugged. She was soon able to restrict those not-exactly-well-controllable eyes and make them look at my gestures in general, rather than at certain quite enlarged parts of my body.
"Life gives us problems, we solve it, then we search for more!", she also said, then stopped for a moment to look around.
Meowers’ smile suddenly grew wider as she looked at things around, at her own legs on the bed, at me, at the room itself, and, at some point, she couldn't resist the temptation to lean back, touching the wall behind her with the back of her head, then spread her arms widely and laughed. I couldn’t much tell why, though the question provided by her gave me some clue.
"Aaaaah... Yeah... So. Do you feel it? Do you feel the same?"
"Well... I mean...", I replied, looking down.
I couldn't quite resist the temptation to just... put my hands to totally-not-my-breasts and, test, them. Feel their weight in my palms, lift them up slightly, and really just feel how round they were. They might also have moved down to the lower body curves too, then. Somehow, it kind of did just feel... right.
"I guess it's not bad." A switch suddenly flipped in my mind. "Oh, you know what, fuck it. Wait here, I'll be right back. Not that you could really follow me if you wanted."
I disappeared into a side room, which coincidentally turned out to have a mirror in it, leaving Meowers to her laughing. And looked at myself, how... big I already looked, despite not really adding that much. Couldn't deny that I really did like looking like that, one of my hands placed on the upper hip curve. And yet ...
"Ah, what the hell. What's a little more fat hurt... well, not fat, but... yeah, I'm crazy, talking to myself like that."
I simply opened up the character editor, and pushed both breast and hip slider by half a point. So my breasts now were somewhere between E and... whatever the following cup size was. I’d always struggled to maintain a mental image of, so there wasn't much meaning to the letter 'F' there.
My hips, they pretty much extended out as far as the shoulders, while my thighs both went past that, and happily took up more of the former gap that once existed between them. The curvature at the back of my body rounded things out quite neatly as well.
I kept the former avatar saved as a template, then applied the 'even curvier figure', and... felt almost tempted to curse the weight on my chest, as I balanced myself around the new center of gravity once the model loaded, sneaking a look at my backside in, too.
"Looking at you, I'd have thought you'd do a better job of playing counterweight."
I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking it was... almost too round. Began to think about showing up on the Gateway in Inara like that, proudly presenting those curves for everyone to see... no, that wouldn't happen. I was far too shy to actually show off if I had such a body. But this was not 'reality', and I liked it. A lot.
Before going back out to Meowers - who had finally stopped laughing uncontrollably, it seemed, judging by the lack of noise - I hit the option to adjust the clothes to my current size, and appeared again, perhaps slightly posing once I stopped walking.
"So, what do you say?", I asked, a slight, teasing smirk, or grin, on my face, as I provided not just the front curvature, but also a slight angle of the side view of my body. As long as it wasn't serious, I was fine with this.
And… Meowers seemingly found it impossible not to notice those features of my body getting even larger, now that I was in front of her - judging by the way she was looking at it, at least. The pose I was striking in front of her likely didn’t help matters. A few unclear sounds escaped her lips.
"Phew... Oh. Ow. Ooow. Wha..."
She bit her lower lip quickly, not giving the inappropriate comments a chance to get off her tongue. And ended up gazing silently for a little while.
"Hm. Do you want an expert opinion? An unbiased one? Or a personal one?" She counted on her fingers jokingly and then made a grabbing gesture with both hands, not giving me much of a chance to reply. "Hells hot. Hells!"
"You're damn teasing me, right?" She laughed. "Ah. Nevermind. Never saw you doing anything like that, like... Always so shy and constricted, and now just look at you."
Meowers got up from the bed and attempted to stretch, but the top of her head met the ceiling as soon as she tried to stand on tiptoes, and a quiet "oops" turned into a lighthearted giggle.
"You know what? You. I mean... This 'you'." She pointed a finger at me, and then turned it at herself. "And me. We should really try some multiplayer socialising stuff. If you're ready since I am. I mean, let's allow ourselves to do some show-off, like, why not? Aaaand... If you're not ready, you might tell me what you need."
"Er... yeah, I'm not sure about that yet.", I replied, feeling… a little uneasy at the idea.
I really wasn't ready for it. Resuming a neutral stance again, I tried to figure out how to stand comfortably with thighs that, while previously just 'close', were now more like 'intimate' with one another. I decided to stay with my usual position, though that meant they were pretty much right up against one another.
"I wasn't going to go this far... well, yet, but since you decided to just go all out right away, I figured I might as well go to the next step too. Kind of thinking I should have figured out how to go around with my already-fat-but-not-as-big form from when I showed up here, first. Just give me a moment."
I hopped in place lightly a few times, trying to get a good idea of exactly how my new chest 'worked'. The best way to describe it was bouncy, and somehow, oddly damn sensitive. Or I was just driving myself up because it was so big - which might have been one reason I chose to tease my counterpart here. They still fit into my hands, somewhat, but that didn't mean much. I stopped hopping to not distract Meowers too much, and sat down, trying to fold my legs on top of one another.
It brought me some comfort in the face of 'uber-Meowers' at, whatever that ridiculous size was, though also made me aware again of exactly how much extra mass the increase in size brought with it, very noticeably shifting around as I tried to sit, and the extra bulk of my thighs made it a little less convenient to fold the leg joint into a proper position.
"I swear, if this gets even bigger, I won't need a cushion to sit anywhere.", I remarked to the size of that round part on the back of my body, in joking, semi-aggravated manner. This was a 'problem' entirely of my own making, after all, and I was quite happy to have it that way.
"If you think you want to go and show off, fine, but between you and me was just an exception. I'm not about to go pose to some random guy - or girl - on the... whatever they call it nowadays. Is it still the internet?" I sighed. "Whatever. Go find us something to do, then, but I'll only get 'creative' when it's between us. And only really since this isn't technically 'real'... but yes, I was teasing."
"Ah, come on.", Meowers replied, letting out a silly laugh, while waving her hand. "Do you really think I'm going to pose in front of someone else? I don't even damn know how to do that, phah. Is that... Oh. Look."
Meowers snapped her fingers, seemingly getting some kind of new idea in her head. She stood next to me, putting most of her weight on the right leg and slightly bending the left, with right hand placed on the waist. Arching the back a little, she tilted her head, raised the left arm and dipped the fingers deep into the hair, pushing it to the side and making it look asymmetrical. A bit of that defiant, provocative look was added to her face, with a distinctive smirk and half-shut eyes. At that moment, she didn’t have the slightest idea of how it looked, since the mirror was in the next room. And with the left elbow firmly pressed against the ceiling in that pose, she probably needed a bigger mirror, anyway..
"Well... What do you say, uh?", she asked, evidently looking for an opinion on the pose.
“Yeah, uh, I think we should just pass on that whole ‘posing’ thing. Or not try anything complex.”, I replied. “Let’s face it, neither of us are going to be showing up at one of those ridiculous fashion shows.”
My reply was… marked more by not paying attention to the pose than actually commenting on it. My hands absent-mindedly moved to my lower half and began to push, squeeze. There was so much more to grab on to down there, both on my hips, and on my thighs. Then my right hand moved up to the breast on that side and squeezed it a little bit, too, finding the sensation to be much the same, though a bit more… turning on.
Then I stopped, when I realized what I was doing, which had also made me, mostly, miss some talk about upgrading the apartment, and Meowers sitting down next to me on the ground. With a really big grin at seeing me ‘inspecting’ myself.
“Uh, sorry. Kind of forgot I wasn’t alone there, for a moment.” I was blushing more than a little, caught in the act like that. “Anyway, you do your… thing… when I’m not here. So maybe you won’t hit your head anywhere. And actually fit through doors. I might be bigger, but it still, uh, fits.”
"Phah. No no no, you may proceed with this if you want." She giggled, and pointed a finger at my lower body. "You have nothing to be too shy about."
I remained silent for a bit. This was really awkward to talk about, and to say I didn’t still feel weird next to uber-Meowers would have been the lie of the century. Especially with that massive figure sitting on the ground next to me.
“I guess some ‘movement practice’ wouldn’t be terrible.”, I decided to say, in the end, not having anything better to divert the topic to. “I should probably figure out how to handle all that mass properly, especially down there.”
It hadn’t really occurred to me until now, but with this bigger body, there was a certain… uncomfortable shifting of all that stuff on my chest and hips every time I moved now, not used to my body being that ‘full’.
“Also, don’t ask about how the device reacted to trying to read my brain. A toddler could have walked better. And didn’t you say something about some weird thing regarding the firmware and not changing it?”
Another question came back to me, before Meowers had a chance to respond..
“You also still owe me an explanation about ‘Meowers’.”
"Movement practice, hm... We might load something like a casual cafe or mall simulation with NPCs next time, or even join some public ones. Then move on to something more active. Especially considering your... Synchronisation issues.", Meowers replied, then leaned back relaxedly, and put her hands on the floor behind her.
"Firmware... See, I removed the sleep neural pattern failsafe and rigged the thing to work from an external power source. Thinking that sleeping in the VR could possibly help with nightmares. It didn't, obviously. Yet, disconnected from anything external, I slept for so long that people started to worry and they slammed my door open. Being discovered in your bed, in underwear, with a VR thing on your head, isn't really going to help your public image, so I was forced to tell them about nightmares, PTSD and all that stuff I didn't want to talk about."
"And Meowers..." She laughed lightheartedly. "That's an old high school surname-based thing that I liked, surprisingly. My surname, Muir, does sound somewhat like 'Meower'. And I like cats. So, no super breathtaking stories here." And she spread her arms and shrugged, in something of a 'I have nothing more' gesture.
"You look a little... Uneasy though, from some angles. Is there something wrong?"
“Well, I did just… basically make certain features of my body… what, twice as big as they were before?”, I replied, not quite being sure if it was that. “Maybe not that much, but like, sitting here, can’t help but feel like I’m sitting on… hell, I don’t even know how to describe it. Maybe I just need to get used to it.”
I did know that I sat quite differently with all the extra mass underneath my body. I moved the wayward hands to my thighs and pushed into them too, quite evident how much more ‘meaty’ they were. Some would even have said ‘juicy’. Then I looked back to Meowers, before I got carried away in toying with myself. I could always do ‘that’ in private.
“Anyway, what I meant about moving around is, I’ve got the basic stuff down, as you probably noticed. But I’m more thinking about… I guess, stuff like running. I’ve got a hell of a lot heavier chest now, and I doubt giving my thighs less room to move will do great things to my mobility, until I know how to use those fat things.”
I called them fat to add a bit of levity to the statement, since I caused the predicament myself in a weird desire to be more curvy… despite not wanting to show off in any kind of way, and they weren’t totally oversized… for now.
“You know, thinking of that, I wonder if it makes any sense that I didn’t make the shins bigger too. I feel like that just looks weird when they are scaled up, so they are still their ‘normal’ size.”
Part of my mind still didn’t feel too comfortable around a giant Meowers around forty percent taller than me, with accordingly scaled body parts overall. But I felt it’d be a bit inappropriate to remark anything, so I didn’t.
“So, uh, yeah… that is a little embarrassing. I guess you did sleep really well if someone actually had to come and rip the thing off your head to get you out of it. But do you really care about being ‘weird’ if you’re doing this with me? And, I mean …”
I threw a hinting look at Meowers’ figure overall. The simply upscaled components looked big enough to still defy my hips and breasts anyway. Then a ‘suggestion’ slipped out before my brain had a chance to intercept it.
“You should try making those things bigger yourself. See if you like it.”
"Ah, I can be weird around you and thank you for that, phah," Meowers chuckled and, sitting on the floor leaning on her hands behind her, head tilted back, stretched her legs out fully, placing one on another next to me. "Like... People call me weird sometimes. But I don't want to make them, those pilots, think like I'm addicted to that thing. It's the first idea that comes usually, making every explanation sound like a shitey made-up excuse. And they're my subordinates after all. So, I told them the truth, and if they don't believe it, I don't care."
"But, hells, I like it... I'd like to spend more time in such a... Shape. Don't you, in yours? It feels so... Right."
Meowers raised her head and looked at the virtual body of hers, tracing a path from the chest down to the feet with her eyes.
"Damn. I like it," she said in an emphatic tone. "You know, I never 'liked' my body... I mean, real one. I don't hate it either, it's simply something that was given to me, I use it, I develop it to meet my demands. And, over time... I began to notice that the body had become strong, resilient, reliable. And being larger than average is, for me, the root of these features. So I took the only element I like, really, and pushed it to the maximum. Now, I like the whole thing."
"So," Meowers straightened, pulled her legs back and crossed them. "That's the answer, perhaps. I might try playing with proportions. I might not. I can't say for sure at the moment. It wasn't... The main point. But what I really want to try is... Getting used to liking it. Changing to something less baggy. Acting not like someone who has her uniform for casual daily wearing. You name it."
She paused for a second, rubbing her chin, for a reason I couldn’t determine from facial expression alone.
"Running, you say? Good idea for the next session. Count me in, from jogging in the park to military obstacle courses, whatever you may like."
"Well, I mean... this is nice.”, I replied, when Meowers gave me a break to respond. “Maybe a bit weird after having a... relatively thin body, for me. But I'll probably get used to it after a little while. But this size, I think, it's... just about right. At least, down there. Not so sure about up top yet - it sure is heavy, and well, ... I forgot where I was going with this. I'll have to see if I'm going to keep it like that."
I paused for a little bit, then stood up, looking at myself, down at my chest. There sure was a lot more 'material' in the way of my view to the feet, like that. And I still wasn't quite used to the sensation of so much 'movement' in both enlarged parts of my body.
"You know, speaking of clothing, I've got some ideas too. Things I'd never wear anywhere public... or maybe not even in reality. But here, with just you around? I just might... but not yet."
I didn't quite want to spoil anything major just yet, also wondering if Meowers would like it, or not.
"Suffice it to say, it's going to be a bit of a departure from my usual 'snug but not revealing' style."
A thought had been circling in my mind for a while now, and finally made it to the surface. It required execution while standing up, so I was in the right place already anyway, and the temptation was getting too strong. Both of my hands moved down to my hips, where that certain curve below my back was, and... placed themselves around it. Getting ahold of as much soft material as they could. It was so full! I used to at least be able to push inward and, if I tried enough, get to bone, but it seemed like that was long past for this big form. And I loved it.
Then, my hands moved upward, to above my breasts, and... simply ran along their nice, big, round curvature, until they reached the spot where my chest flattened out again. The sensation I got from that was... powerful, to say the least, and I shivered slightly in enjoyment, breathing out in a satisfied manner, with my eyes remaining closed for at least a part of that process. Then, I glanced at Meowers again, speaking in a somewhat soft tone, letting out some air as I began to speak. My eyes were betraying that I enjoyed this a little too much.
"You know... wasn't sure about this before, going this big... but fuck me, it's so damn good. It feels so good ..."
It was as if the increased size had somehow made those things more sensitive. Absorbed in the sensation, my hands began to push inward on those round, fleshy appendages on my chest, getting rather carried away in it for a little bit. Enough for me to forget that I wanted to agree to Meowers' idea of some physical testing of various forms, and that she was even in the room with me. Or that I still felt awkward at her oversized presence, which seemed to reach to at least my waist even sat down.
Meowers had been gazing at me with a mischievous smirk on her face, through half-shut eyes, clearly enjoying the view of me exploring myself and getting completely carried away. She also slowly rubbed her clasped hands, one against the other.
"Yeah. Now you're getting the feel of it!" She pointed a finger-pistol at me and made a playful wink… that I totally missed.
"That's what I'm talking about," Meowers added, standing up slowly. "These new shapes of ours may impose some... Inconveniences here and there. But hells do those inconveniences also point at us being in the shapes we wanted."
"I mean, look at this," She made a broad wavy gesture, pointing at herself, with her hand travelling up to down, from the head to the feet. "I totally like it. Now, I want it to look hella hot, not only the stuff I'm used to. Even if I'm not going to do the same back there."
Nodding 'backwards' over her shoulder, meaning 'real world' outside the VR by it, she continued.
"Really going to place an... adequately sized bathtub somewhere."
After Meowers was done talking, I pushed my hands into my breasts quite vigorously a few more times, before I got ahold of myself, both to avoid any embarrassing outbursts, and allow my brain to register what she had said properly.
"I'm still trying to decide whether a two and a half meter giant is more inconvenient, or having some pretty damn big breasts and hips. Thighs included.", I said. "Anyway, maybe we should get started on something before I spend the rest of my day, or the day on my planet, playing with these things and fondling them until I can't hold it any longer."
I made a very clear pointing gesture at the center of my, quite large, breasts, not that I would really have needed to, after which Meowers replied.
"Ah, you can spend as long as you want doing so in your private space.", she said, and couldn't help but chuckle, adding the rest of the phrase later then, in a more 'jokingly-flirting' tone. "If only you aren't inclined to tease me even further..."
After a somewhat theatrical pause, raising a hand with a finger pointed upward, while grinning, with one of her eyebrows raised and the opposite eye squeezed shut, she continued.
"But you can always ask for a massage!"
I’d been shaking my legs a little, first the right, then the left, trying to get a better feel of how they behaved with large thighs. Before I had another chance to say something, though, Meowers already continued talking.
"So yeah... Let's close this one and select something more... Open. Up to you. I would like to stretch those..." She looked down at her legs indicatively. "A little. You know, basic rooms don't have much space for it” A brief pause followed that sentence.” Ah, I really should make a custom room one day. And you can set up the gravity too! Saw it somewhere in the initial server setup menu. We might as well try zero-G."
"Sure,” I replied. “Want to take bets on whether I trip because of those fat thighs, or all that weight I've got on my chest, first? And try not to laugh if I do."
I paused for a short moment.
"Speaking of that, and gravity, I sure am glad this 'only' simulates standard Earth pull. I wouldn't want to imagine this weight with thirty percent more than Earth gravity. All that mass on my lower half really isn't doing much to compensate."
I breathed in, then out again, still absent-mindedly playing with my awfully nice breasts with a finger, between sentences.
"And yes, spending time on a planet with fifty hour days while the average temperature on it is 56 degrees celsius, sucks. Uh, anyway, I haven't even set up any kind of private space for myself yet. Might have to think about that."
Meowers was giving me a bit of a strange look, as a result of which I finally caught my right hand's pointer finger continuing to probe my breasts. So I moved it to a safer position, with significant mental effort - as safe as next to my hips was, given my... absorption with their size and roundness. And there sure was a lot of curve to feel down there, both in width and 'horizontally'.
"Probably won't make it in zero G, though.”, I said, now that the distraction was temporarily out of the way. “I've got enough of that flying ships in space. And I'll decline on the massage, but no guarantees there won't be more teasing. You wanted to unleash a demon, so here we are."
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, simply feeling how the weight on my chest moved as my lungs pushed it outward, then let it move back in.
"They really made this VR stuff feel like life too much. And, I don't think people that aren't stupidly tall have problems stretching in a basic room... anyway, what are we going to do now?"
The exhilaration of properly discovering the body for myself was finally beginning to wear off a little. But I'd definitely toy with it more in private at some point.
"Hm." Meowers shrugged. "If you want to get more active, you may try searching for a... place. That will fit you. A simulation of place. You get it. Start the private server and send me an invite. I'll go and make sure everything that's out there is okay and nothing asks for my immediate attention, and then will join you."
"Yeah. Sure. I'll just go and start looking.”, I replied. “I'll have to disconnect from this session for that, but something tells me you won't mind."
I looked over 'uber-Meowers' for another moment before flicking the virtual disconnect switch, which placed both of us back in the starting menu, to do our separate things. As first impressions went, that hadn’t been so bad.