Exposure - 11 - Revelation
23 Nov 2023Kasumi Goto
Previous: Part 9(1/2||2/2), and in parallel with Part 10
Adult content warning. Read at your own peril. Or enjoyment... I won't judge. Also, please don’t kill me Artie, Meowers convinced me it’d be worth it. Kind of. Part of it’s still me.
Returning to the starter space, I felt ready… more than ready to start with my private act. I selected the map with the house again, this time setting it to fully private, with no ability for anyone else to join.
Loading in, I still wore the relatively short sports clothing, but I didn't mind. It almost felt, right, and better, for the situation, and that mood I was in.
Thought about going for it in the bathroom somewhere, but then... settled on the bedroom. I wanted somewhere to lay down and not have to worry about standing while I put my hands to places they were very inappropriate to put to... in public. Suddenly, I felt quite tempted to strip down.
The tank top was the first thing to go, landing somewhere... on the floor. Then the gloves came off, landing nearby, too. My hands moved to my breasts basically immediately, lightly pushing into them. My body responded by spreading a rousing sensation to my brain... and somewhere else important, especially to this task. But, before I lost any semblance of restraint, I moved to a mirror hidden in a wardrobe drawer.
The reflection told me pretty much what I was feeling. The black bra, thankfully properly adjusted to their size, kept them nicely tucked in next to one another, in their great size. It perhaps wasn't the average for my body type, seeing as I'd pushed the sliders to make them sit halfway between E and F size, but it somehow still looked right. I posed in a way to see my figure from the side, unable to ignore just how much I enjoyed my body curving out quite, if not very, noticeably, even more so than before.
And it made me tempted to just push the sliders even further, specifically for this moment, but I stopped that thought before its roots took hold. The body that I wanted to test was this one, somewhat on the edge of what 'worked' for my weight and 'width', not something oversized just for the hell of it. I faced the mirror again, and... squeezed inward with my hands, fitting as much material into them as I could, since that nice and big chest of mine just barely outsized them. Watched as the flesh squished and pushed out from the center.
"Oh, this is gonna be fun ...", I said to myself in a low tone, already feeling my heart beat faster. That sense of anticipation, which had been there for quite a while now, fully manifested. And so, my hands moved down to my hips, doing what I had done before, running along the nicely widened curves, feeling the extra, soft material that was available to push into and squeeze, each step driving my body and brain further.
I threw myself on the bed, beginning to run rings on the fabric of my bra, while also teasing the exposed tissue, at first gently, then my moves began to become less restrained, the longer I did this, while that tense, hot feeling kept building up everywhere that it mattered.
Both hands subconsciously moved where I somehow just knew I wanted them... eventually. They removed my shorts, leaving me just laying there in my underwear. Which, for the lower half, was basically just a downsized version of the shorts, not revealing that particular spot... yet. I teased the exposed mass of my thighs, greatly enjoying how I just had so much more material to play with, up to the point where the underwear covered them.
But their widest point was just below that, and my fingers focused themselves on it, driven by a pure, almost primal enjoyment of how big, round and nice they were. Eventually, those probing fingers came back up... and I found myself without a bra all of a sudden. With no clothing barrier up there, it felt almost... freeing, letting them enjoy relatively fresh air, and the full weight of gravity without support. It sent me into a whole other realm, almost, unable to hold any restraints any further.
That great feeling up there and down there kept intensifying, signalling that the highest point was about to be reached. So... of course, my hands did the one thing that they hadn't yet, and moved back to those big and wide hips, freely touching the only things of my body that hadn't yet been exposed, until now. They explored the heavy mass around the back first, feeling the volume of it all, stopping just shy of the human body's natural curvature.
Then, one wayward hand reached that most desired spot of the body, at this point driven by pure instinct, coupled with a complete lack of restraint. And it forced the pleasure of it all past my control limits, sending the reaction past the point of no return, causing a high-pitched cry of enjoyment to echo through the room once climax was reached, as all that tension finally released itself in a single, energy-draining burst. Then, I lay there, hot, sweating and fighting for breath, for a few minutes, and to regain control of myself and those deep instincts.
"Okay, that was... "
I wasn't sure what to think, partly thanks to still getting air back into my lungs. The experience was... almost otherworldly, even without being in virtual space - I had never enjoyed my body that much, in that way, with such freedom and lack of restraint, before. It was almost embarrassing, but the pure enjoyment of it was so much more that I barely cared.
"Great. Just… so damn great. You really are worth going for.", I remarked to my body in a low, partly exhausted voice, while feeling that chest again.
Now, it was merely 'nice', rather than overwhelmingly distracting to touch. I wondered how long that would last, as I moved my fully exposed body to the side of the bed, before standing up, and stretching, yawning at the same time. Doing it was always fulfilling, but in those cases where it exceeded expectations, was also somehow quite tiring.
Then I walked over to the bathroom to feel a little cleaner, enjoying the water running over my new curves, even if not quite 'real'. When I came back out, I noticed what I had left behind on the bed.
"Well, I guess it's a good thing this is a game.", I remarked to myself, and hit the prompt to reset the 'bed' asset after removing the solitary piece of clothing on it. That was not the kind of mark I wanted to leave behind if I ever had Meowers come into that house, or someone else. Then, I put my underwear back on, and slipped into my standard black shirt and pants again.
The shorts and top on the floor caught my attention, causing me to smile unexpectedly. I'd certainly be keeping this memory... then, I wondered how Meowers was 'getting on' right now, since her plans likely looked much the same as mine did.