Exposure - 15 (1/5) - Over The Top
10 Dec 2023Kasumi Goto
Previous - Part 14
Additional OOC note - on the 'in-world' timeline, this final part of Exposure is set between the 5th and 15th of November.
Everything was set up. I had the required mods installed and working, clearly set as active for the server. All that was left now, was to get Meowers in on things. To that end, I decided to prepare a short message.
Hey!
So I found those mods I said I was going to find. Care to get involved? It’ll be fun.
- K
I started up the server and then sent that, following it up with an invite for Meowers to join. I hadn’t set up a specific spawn point, so I’d see where it’d put us - preferably somewhere private. And selected the virtual version of ‘me’ with the regular proportions to load in with, as that would be more appropriate to these plans than the upsized one. At least, for a start.
Spawning nearby, Meowers waved and came closer to me. She was looking concerned, almost anxious, probably because of the recent Aegis broadcast.
"What the... actual heck?", she couldn't help but sound worried, then reducing her voice to almost whispering, private levels. "And I mean, not your 'original' body parameters... But that Aegis message. Do you need any help?"
”Help? What are you talking about?”
I feigned a confused expression and tone, raising an eyebrow while tilting my head to the right. Because I full well knew, but couldn’t tell. It wouldn’t let me. I’d just have to hope Meowers would buy whatever lies I threw into her face, much as I hated doing so.
She looked left and right to make sure nobody could overhear us. But we were almost in private already: on the outskirts of the city, presumably the same one, at the end of a small road near the river bank. The only people she was able to see were quite far away and paid no attention to us.
"Aegis broadcasted a statement recently, like, someone secretly escaped their facility on Duamta, maybe under the influence of the Thargoids, and... The description of that 'someone' was one hundred per cent like you. Also, didn't know Kasumi was your alias. What's... What the actual heck is happening?"
”What… let me see that.”
I looked for the broadcast that Meowers mentioned and read through it, as well as a news article related to the subject - only to sell the disguise.
“What the hell? I didn’t go anywhere without permission. Who came up with this bullshit?”
I shook my head at it, further trying to keep up the guise of everything being normal. Even though I knew it wasn’t. Meowers shrugged, looking at the message again.
"That's what they broadcasted. The source looks official. Like, it's possible to run that VR stuff from a ship too, using its comm equipment and power. Could it be an Azimuth trick to flock the random pilots to the search? Damn, I have to double-check the details. Maybe by throwing it to our detective branch. But, if that's true... Let me know. Please."
I shook my head for a second time. “I don’t know what this is, but I didn’t …”
I paused for a second to 'correct' myself.
“Well, I did leave Duamta, but with an escort, and to do some personal stuff. Nothing to do with those stupid Thargoids. I’ll bring it up with Alba when I return tomorrow.”
I sighed. Not because I was annoyed, but because I hated having to blatantly lie like this. Yet I had to.
“Can’t this damn galaxy go one day without some idiot trying to make Aegis look bad, by making it seem like I slipped away from them?”
Meowers let out a sigh so deep it made her want to sit on the ground. Unwilling to have dirt on her backside, she leaned forward instead, placing her hands on her knees, and lowered her head.
"Oh bloody shit... I'm really going to double-check that message later..."
“It’s probably some dumb Azimuth scheme. How they’d know about this alias and my actual name… I have no clue. Better not be someone I know. But looking at that bullshit they said in the article about those people rescued from the Titans…”
I sighed.
“Guess I can forget about enjoying some anonymity by not showing my real name. Just keep calling me Kasumi, anyway. I actually kind of like it.”
"Uhhh... Okay. I understand that alias thing anyway, having those pricks on your tail," Meowers shook her head in an attempt to get rid of her racing thoughts. “At least being in VR means you’re someplace safe and that thing monitors your vitals.”
"So, what do you have on your mind?", getting back to standing normally, she continued. "Phah. Seeing that... Reduced version of you is so unusual now."
I took a deep breath, glad that the lie worked, and took the prompt to move on to the other… more interesting subject, while I was allowed to distract myself from my ongoing predicament.
“So, what I was gonna do… it’s quite simple.” I looked around very carefully, to ensure nobody was around, or at the very least within listening distance. “Test one of those mods on myself. Really, you already know it. Make those parts bigger without entering the character creator and… see how it feels. If I feel anything. But I figured it’d be a bit excessive on my already bigger form, so here we are.”
Mirroring my actions, Meowers looked around too. Actually noticing the scenery, finally.
"Quite like this place, you know? Not a crowded beach full of half-naked people, yet not a desolated stormy middle of nowhere," stepping a couple of metres closer to the water and off the dusty roadside, she sat on the grass with her legs crossed in front of her.
"I'm a little surprised those mods even exist. Somebody wanted to experience the same stuff too maybe?.. Or was it a joke?.. Ah, I've no idea, honestly. But I'm not going to judge you for these weird things. I mean, just look at me, phah."
"Are you really surprised, though?" I looked over this two and a half meter Meowers in a little detail, getting some funny ideas... despite being told not to previously. But not yet.
"I think you said it yourself, about all that stuff with basic instincts. You look a lot at, ahem, it, yourself. So... yeah, I guess someone wanted to try it themselves. Or they just wanted to live out their... personal fantasy, I guess you should call it. I sure would not mind being surrounded by, uh, curvy women. So long as they weren't all over me, all at the same time."
I moved over to Meowers and sat down in the grass in a similar position, though with the legs folded on top of one another, rather than stretched out - after ensuring no undesirable substances were in the spot I chose, of course.
"Hm", Meowers smirked. "Yeah, I'm not exactly surprised, frankly. I know that humanity is full of weird ideas. More like... I didn't think I could encounter someone having these on their mind personally."
She looked at me sitting nearby and then down at her own body, and giggled.
"Perhaps, you too. I don't think you know that many people who secretly like to be two point five metres tall."
I looked out at the river, not immediately commenting on Meowers’ remarks regarding our, and other people’s, weird ideas.
"I like being a little away from cities, to be honest. But probably also not completely in the middle of nowhere either, so it's at least clean and has a semblance of civilization, while being quiet."
The not-so-appropriate action I was looking to commit to was out of the mind temporarily, seeing the calm landscape ahead, only some of the sounds of city life reaching us out here. Coupled with the afternoon setting, cool, but not cold, breeze, and rushing water, it was actually quite... relaxing, and a very welcome distraction from what was going on in reality at the moment.
Turning her eyes to the river, Meowers nodded in agreement.
"Same here, you know. Not a completely empty place, in the wilds, whatever, yet... Somewhere quiet. Without anything that could bother at any time. So you could simply enjoy... Being. At your own pace. And, yeah, on the surface. Stations and ships are good and shiny and all that... But we, humans, should really spend more time on planets."
"You can say that twice.”, I remarked. “You know how long it took me to get used to the gravity on that Earth-like world on Duamta so I could walk without wearing a suit?"
A rhetorical question that didn't really need answering, as we both knew it was a while.
"And yeah, I definitely was not expecting to face a two and a half meter giant when I first loaded into that lobby. Sure, I know about people wanting to be taller, but not that tall. Anyway ..."
I lightly sighed, albeit in a content manner.
"You want me to show you what I had planned? Don't worry, it won't be on you.”
"I presume many people want to play ideal versions of themselves,” Meowers spread her arms and chuckled innocently. “But that whole 'ideal' thing is personal. Anyway... I see that right on your face now. Let's get started. More weird stuff! Yeah!"
“Yeah, I was getting tired of this normal body. I mean, I like how it is, but the other is even better. So I’ll get myself… back to that, I guess... But we might want to do that somewhere nobody can watch. Or hear."
I stood up, and contemplated myself for just a moment. My figure was… somewhat slender, yet still curvy enough to count as shapely. I still had some doubts about doing it for real, but this was all still virtual for now… and despite my doubts about doing it ‘in the wild’, I went through anyway.
So I activated the character modification interface and tapped the sliders to go up by a quarter. Which immediately added a bit of bulk to my hips as well as thighs, and some extra chest mass, without even any kind of gradual change. They were just immediately bigger.
The other result being that my pants felt quite snug now, compared to just loosely following thigh and hip curvature. As was my bra. And it all felt… far too good and pleasing, somehow. Enough for me to audibly gasp as I held an arm under my chest.
“Okay… I didn’t expect it to feel like… that.”, I pushed out between breaths. “I think we really should do that somewhere a little less visible.”
I looked around, hoping that nobody was watching. And there wasn’t. Luckily, for me. Because I still had a few extra steps to go before I reached my ‘desired figure’ again.
"Mhhmhmhmmm!" Meowers hummed in a mischievous tone, giggling half-teasingly. "And what makes you want to hide this? Like, look around," she spread her arms and turned left and right, "Nobody's looking and the place is nice..."
She put a palm to the side of her mouth, like whispering something secret, also keeping her voice down, but still on a quite audible level.
"...and doing weird stuff in public gives an extra kick, you know? Hehehe."
I opened my mouth as if to object, while rewarding Meowers with a certain disapproving look… and then just, didn’t, sighing instead.
“… okay.”
I made the sliders go up by another quarter. Then another. Both times, my breasts, and the hips along with the thighs, jumped up in size. With the first increase, my pants went from ‘snug’ to ‘very snug’, and with the third, to… ‘tight’, possibly revealing a certain deeper curvature around the back.
My hands had absent-mindedly moved to my breasts to feel them getting bigger, my eyes closed, the expression indicating how much I was enjoying this feeling. Of getting bigger, the clothes becoming more restraining as they tried to contain the enlarged form. And my bra was… quite stretched, to say the least, not that it was visible underneath the shirt. A little bit of cleavage was beginning to poke out, though, since they were sitting at the E cup size of my first ever appearance.
Then… through neural input alone, another half-point of size was spontaneously added to both breasts and hips, making me, mostly, go back to my ‘ideal’ shape, with the shoulder-wide hips and all. This also caused a rather uncontrolled gasp to come out of my mouth from the pleasure, as I lurched forward from the sudden addition of weight, my pants having become even tighter and conforming, showing quite a noticeable dent at the back. And there was… a not-insignificant level of cleavage showing through the shirt as well.
“Ah!” I regained my balance and breathed in deeply. “Shit, this feels… way, way too good.”
It was an… intoxicatingly powerful sensation, this. Coursing through every cell of my body, as if it was natural, despite me knowing that it wasn’t. Then, I finally noticed exactly how tight my pants and bra were, on top of the display getting provided to Meowers - which looked as though I wore a top with a generous, round-ish cutout.
“What the… why is it not …” I consulted the character modification menu. “Oh. Automatic clothing adjustment is off.”
I tried to tick it on. Only to be met with ‘This feature is disabled with this modification active’. Because of course it was.
“Dirty bastard. I like it.”, I muttered to myself. “Well, guess I might as well put the finishing touch on.”
And I pushed the slider for the backside up to where I previously desired it. Which was 5.9 for it, with 5.75 for the hips plus corresponding thighs, and 5.5 for breasts, right between E and F cup size.
And, of course, my pants became even tighter as a result. But I didn’t seem to care, even liking it. Thankfully, the tightness was only apparent around the back and sides, remaining relatively taut at the front. Meowers sat nearby, on the grass, and silently stared at my transformations with a slightly-devilish smirk on her face.
"Just, don't fall on me, phah," she commented, seeing me lurching forward.
Meowers giggled quietly, seeing something that she saw and perceived entirely as comical and weird, covering her mouth with a hand. With only one hand behind her to lean on, she almost lost her balance and tipped to the side.
"Ah. I guess it's good that your clothes are so stretchy. Especially the bra, pffft. I swear, if I see it popping on you, I'd laugh very, very hard."
“Don’t get it wrong, it’s pretty tight up there.”, I replied to that last remark, a quite visible blush on my cheeks thanks to the arousal. “And down there too, come to think of it. If I pushed that chest more, it’d probably come off.”
I breathed a few more times.
“I guess I’ll just go walking around like this then. And hope people don’t stare too much.”
That remark of my own came out a lot more casually and accepting than I thought it would. Temporarily, I reverted the sliders back to original, which also made the clothes go back with them. Then I actually used the sliders as sliders for each of the expanded body parts until they reached my desired form again.
And, of course, the clothes were just as tight, the sounds given off as they were stretched indicating that they were somewhat in protest to this treatment. Which, in itself, just made me further aroused. I breathed in and out deeply to let the tension out that way.
“Okay… I think I need to stop there for the moment. I’ve got one or two more ideas, but the first one is just… taking my big form here with adjusted clothing, and pushing everything up by one and a half. The other… take the normal body and make it grow bigger over time to… this level. Of course, both without adjusting the clothes.”
"Hey, if you're afraid of being stared at... In a surprised way, or some... Another way, I could just, you know, stand up. Phah," Meowers couldn't help but grin seeing me in my 'increased' form. It might've been even erotic in some way for her, but, at that moment, she saw it... as a weird kind of funny.
"In case of having two ideas... Try both!" She added, pointing a finger upwards indicatively in a theatrical manner. "Like, it's not an everyday kind of show and I have literally a front row seat, and the only seat I guess, at it."
”I… guess. Just give me a few minutes to… cool off. I push myself any more and there’s going to be some real embarrassing shit happening.”
So, instead of following through, I just… walked around a little bit. Get a feel. The one thing I felt was that the tightness of my pants made me a lot more aware of the movement of my expanded body. And the air that was reaching the exposed skin on the top of my breast. Returning to Meowers after a few minutes, I swapped to the model with decent clothes coverage, after saving the tight clothed one as another template. Because why not.
“Before I do this… I’ll have to say it. Somehow, having the clothes that tight feels… right. Even though it’s because my body’s too big for them.”
"I mean, whatever rocks your boat and makes your heart beat faster,” Meowers shrugged, with a half-grin on her face that gave away her position of not judging the weird stuff yet fully understanding the weirdness. “Like, look at me again: there would be no reason for me to be that tall if everyone else were the same. Being stronger and more resilient than most while staying within that... human female aesthetics range is, maybe, the only thing I like in myself, so I pushed it to the limit, no second thoughts given."
“Yeah. Yeah. Okay. But this isn’t really pushing things to the limit I want them at. More like, past it. Anyway …”
I pushed all relevant part sliders up by one point. So the breasts went to the halfway point between F and G cup. The hips… quite simply, spilled past the shoulders, and the thighs continued to clash for space where there was none. And the sensation was… even stronger, as exponential increases seemed to add more mass for the same number.
“Oh! That’s…“
A subconscious impulse went through, again, and added the remaining half point. So I stood there, panting and gasping, with G cup breasts trying to drag me to the ground as I supported them with my arms, a very generous display of cleavage on offer, and hips that were just comically wide. Equally, my bra felt like it was straining quite a bit, and the pants were… just really tight, yet still not at their limit.
When I caught my balance again, with a fair amount of difficulty, I tried to look at my feet, which I had to get a bit creative for a view of - no thanks to all the exposed skin visible - and at my backside, which was quite well revealed in those pants, while standing off from the body… a whole lot. And I had no way of judging my hips, or thighs for that matter, other than ‘Very definitely wider than my shoulders’.
“Okay… now I just look like I’m trying to compensate for something. Still feels nice, though. And damn heavy.”
I didn’t quite feel like being on display to Meowers like this for long, but I intended to give her a moment to take in the sight, which… had to look quite ridiculous in how disproportionate my appearance now was. I definitely had no intention of trying to walk anywhere like this, with a lower half of that size. At least, my intended look was only slightly inhibiting on mobility, once used to it. Meowers gazed at that even more 'improved' version of me, kind of a funny expression on her face as she studied the sight.
"That might be funny. But you're going to need two chairs. And two pilot seats. And a double-sized bed. And enormous... Almost everything else. Are you sure you want to keep... that?"
Meowers kept staring at me, and by the way her eyes looked at the moment, she certainly didn't disapprove, to say the least.
"Ah, hells... What a view!" She covered her mouth with a hand, suppressing a giggle.
”Hell no, I’m not keeping this!”
I removed my arms from under my breasts to just let them move freely, within the very constraining limits that the bra was trying to impose. Squeezing the breasts in as it did merely made them appear more compact and spread to the sides… and out of my shirt… more.
“See? This moves way too much without me even doing anything. And, like …”
I tried to walk forward. Tried being the key word, as it was more of a hopeless attempt at moving two ridiculously disproportionate thighs forward. There was also some… rather discomforting noise coming from both my pants and the bra as I did take those few steps that I managed. They were simply too tight.
“You get the point. And that’s enough.”
I wanted to revert back already. But now was a good excuse to do… part of what I had planned. As I opened up the menu and gestured on something Meowers could probably not see on her end - the mod interface - I… made her thighs and backside just a little bit bigger. Not enough to really be noticeable unless your clothes were tighter already, which her mostly baggy cargo pants were not. I, though, did notice it… a little. I’d have to do more.
Then I reset my model to ‘merely big’ and swapped over to my real size, in preparation for the next phase.
“Okay, so, I think we should go and walk somewhere. I’m sure there’s a spot around here that’s still quiet and good to be around. A park would be nice. Leaves moving in a breeze are quite relaxing.”
"Yeah," Meowers nodded, getting up from the grass. "There certainly should be some park nearby, like, twenty minutes of walking or something. I guess you have access to the map."
"Definitely, seeing you in that shape is unusual now," she made a few steps left and right, looking at my 'original' form, and then added, quietly, "something makes me think that's not for a long time, heheh."
She took a full breath, stretching her limbs, one leg to the side and hands clasped together with her arms held highly above her head.
"Everything's so fine in that little world."
”Yeah, let me see …” I pulled up the map. “There is one not that far from here, but still on the outskirts. Here …”
I placed a marker for us to reference, since that was simpler than repeatedly pulling up the map. And also set off the ‘plan’ - to make myself grow over, more or less, thirty minutes, to my ideal body size. And whatever Meowers would be at by that point, as I started it off for her as well - but only in the thighs and backside. Adding the hips to that would make her pants too tight, too quickly. For a first step, at least… I began to walk ahead.
“Come on. I’ll be going in front. Unless you want to miss the view of my pants getting tighter.”
I really couldn’t help but to tease a little, well knowing that she quite enjoyed the view. And, secretly, I was kind of looking forward to seeing people’s reactions, as well as going back to tight clothing in my new, upsized figure. As weird as that was.
"So you literally want me to walk behind and stare at your butt all the way there?" Meowers asked half-surprisedly. Knowing it already was a part of what I wanted, yet still acting theatrically. "MMmmmkay, go ahead."
“Yeah, that’s pretty much the idea.”, I replied in a casual tone, looking back over my shoulder with a smug? Content, perhaps, look on my face. I did want Meowers to see this… but it was also something of a distraction of what was happening to her own body while we were underway.
"Did you ever imagine how it might look for... an external observer?", she asked me, as we started to walk.
“No, I haven’t.”, I casually replied. “But it’s probably gonna look… ‘interesting’. Or hot, if you want me to say it that way. And as a bonus, my pants are gonna be getting pretty tight.”
I winked at her, then resumed looking ahead, maybe adding a slight additional sway to my walk. I could already very slightly feel my pants filling out, though not enough to really be visible yet. That entire weird idea made Meowers giggle wackily for the first couple of minutes, but she, apparently, got used to it. As well as observing slight slow changes in my body shape, as if someone invisible was inflating me like a balloon. Of course, keeping track of her surroundings and pretending that no, she's not staring at my backside.
While the process had been hardly noticeable in the short moments, my shapes were, after some time, significantly bigger than their 'original' form. Wrinkles and folds on the clothing slowly faded away, and even the way I walked changed a little: from a casual strolling to something closer to a catwalk-style. Now, I was somewhere in-between my original body shape and the one that Meowers had been used to seeing in VR.
"And, how does it feel?" The question was rhetoric. She knew I enjoyed it, even if she didn't understand why. "Never thought I'm going to see something like that, not to mention participating. Nothing to complain about though, phah."
”It’s really nice,” I replied. “Like, a… pleasing sensation, slowly building up. Feeling the… mass increase, and the clothes get tighter. But not overwhelming like the stuff that I did before. You get it a little bit at a time, and it’s… just perfect.”
The arousal was… kind of still building, of course, but I could keep it suppressed much more easily. And one of the benefits of the female body was that it… kind of didn’t show that I was, besides maybe blushing on the cheeks. At this point, my pants were beginning to feel nice and tight, just about starting to follow the detailed curvature of the human body… around the back, at least. With a light bit of cleavage poking out of the top of my shirt.
I suddenly pretended to feel something in my shoe, wearing more like black sneakers, rather than the usual boots.
“Hang on, got something in my shoe. I’ll get it out and catch up, okay?”
I stopped and acted as if I was trying to get a small pebble out of it, while Meowers was going ahead. I looked up, and made an expression that was somewhere between a grin and a smile. The ‘Enhance Meowers’ plan was coming along quite nicely.
The thighs had gained a fair bit of bulk already, extending pretty far out from the waist, and getting kind of close in the center. And the backside… was pretty damn big, given the already upscaled size of that woman. The cargo pants which had been fairly baggy around some parts were fitting quite snugly all around now, if not beginning to get a bit tight. And some folds remained, but those’d be gone soon too.
Feeling quite satisfied with the results so far, I caught up to Meowers in a light jog, feeling comfortable enough in, and with, my body, to do so now - it was also easier when its thighs weren’t quite so big yet. And I basically needed to when she walked at a regular pace anyway, as one of her steps equalled about three of mine when not held back. She’d probably notice the increasing size of her lower half soon, but I’d have my fun until then.
With my body shape still somewhere within reasonable range, Meowers had also been attracting the most of bystanders' stares, obviously. Kids were even pointing fingers at her. Adults were stopping on their tracks and gazing, some with her mouths open. Once, she couldn't help but make a goofy grin, stretching one leg out forward and spreading both arms widely and above the head.
“Weeee!”
"I'm, kind of, used to being stared at sometimes," she said, once noticing I caught up with her. "But in a different way. Of sorts. You know? Like, back there people stare at me from time to time because I'm quite far away from... stupid societal standards."
She looked around, like observing, once again. The road we've been walking led us deeper into the town, with more and more people and buildings around.
"Now I'm something not of this world, phah. Maybe even a mythical creature."
”A mythical creature that otherwise acts entirely like a human. And looks the part. But if you want otherworldly, you’d just need to look at a bio scan of, well, me. That’d pull most people right out of it.”
That second part of the statement was, obviously, just kind of a joke. If an accurate reference to my… rather odd nature of being a hybrid being of sorts, without any immediate actual health issues. Of the physical kind, at least, since it left me looking human and somehow didn’t cause any adverse reactions.
Still wasn’t sure I actually wanted to see how any of my internal organs looked like at this point. They generally weren’t particularly pretty for any living thing, and getting turned into a mixture of biomechanical structures, ammonia-based and human DNA was unlikely to have made them any prettier.
As we continued to walk, well, my pants got tighter, and my walk cycle noticeably began to change from the size my thighs were getting to, as the hips began to approach the shoulder width. Some more cleavage showed up top too, of course, drawing more of the looks away from Meowers. Only some, though, since certain parts of her body were likely to be quite sizable at this point as well… more than they already were.
My mind was… more focused on that lower half of mine, which I had begun to… feel an odd attraction to over the last couple of years. Or what little I could remember from the time prior to the Proteus Wave, damned Azimuth idiots.
And now, walking around like this, with increasingly tight pants and a quite voluptuous figure, that was still growing bigger… I felt like I wanted to be looked at, if only a little bit. And I’d probably avoid appearing like this in public if I fattened up my body in such a way in reality, but it felt… just right in this virtual place. On top of that, I somehow liked the way the fabric shifted alongside my body, rather than acting a little separately from it.
“You know, I’m starting to get why some people like those tighter clothes sometimes. Something about the way it moves with your body seems… nice, even though it shows off more than I usually would.”
Walking slowly so that I could keep up with her, Meowers looked around, mostly daydreamingly at the sky, at the clouds, enjoying the cosy afternoon with a light fresh breeze that played with her hair.
"Tight stuff... Hm, I may sound a little weird now...” My words reached her mind eventually and she replied. “I feel okay in those baggy hoodies and military trousers back there. But here... An entirely different story."
Meowers pulled her leather jacket lower a few times, holding it by the left and right zipper sides just a little above her waist, as if making it fit better.
"I like this jacket, it feels like a second skin. Maybe I'd switch my trousers to something more tight, like, I thought of it several times. Still can't part with those extra pockets, phah. And certainly more casual boots, not the military arse-kicking mud-sploshing machines."
Pointing a finger up in the air, she added:
"Aaaand... It's literally the same body but taller. Maybe I like it enough to show more of it. I guess you're feeling a little... Same."
”I guess so.”, I replied, trying to suppress a slight grin at knowing Meowers was getting her tighter pants wish already. Or maybe it was more of a thought - end result would be the same, either way. Surveying her body from top to bottom, as if to memorize the exact way it looked again, was a convenient excuse to look at the progress. Thighs were basically going to stretch past the shoulders at any moment now, and her backside… quite damn big. The cargo pants were definitely looking tight. More than I thought they would.
“It sure feels like it’s just… right. I don’t know, maybe a little too tight to be socially appropriate, but hey, not nearly as bad as that suit I showed you.”
We were just about at the park now, and my body was nearly done growing, making me feel almost… disappointed. I really loved how this felt. Definitely a subject for further… experimentation, alone. And then it occurred to me that, while I had set a limit or goal for myself, I’d kind of forgotten to do the same for Meowers. Subconsciously shrugging a little, not seeing the harm in letting it go on for a few more minutes. I was still going as well, anyway.
There were a few good spots to sit down in and chill around at, but I wanted to walk for a bit more. Then, just as I was ready to settle down in the grass of a mostly empty lawn within the park, a somewhat familiar voice called out from behind.
“Hey, you two! Remember me?”