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06 Jan 2024Kasumi Goto
December 18, 3309I was inside of the strange void again. It was still filled with the blue glow and haze, rather than pure darkness, and the storm continued to rage in the background, risking to encroach further, yet still held at bay.
Many more fragmented structures were scattered throughout this formerly empty void now, drifting apart, or remaining in place, barely held together in some ethereal way. I spread more roots to them, to begin bringing them back together, or stop them from falling apart more. Returning smaller and larger fragments, or errant individual pieces, back to their places.
Behind me, some structures had already fully repaired, and no longer needed the roots, yet remained entwined with them in an inseparable way, existing together as one, making them more stable. That was what I, or whatever the amalgamation I had become, looking human on the outside but not on the inside, after fusing with the strange entity, wanted. No longer two separate beings existing within the same space, but... together. Sharing the same spirit, and the same body, ensuring its survival. But it was still me.
The roots suddenly stopped, hesitantly, before some shattered structures, which I didn't yet know if they were memories, or merely the path necessary to them. I was not meant to go here yet, and I was unable to form the path forward. The pieces were missing.
The hum returned, and quickly became an incoherent loud buzzing, while the storm intensified, risking to break the work I had already done to repair the damage wrought by it. I fell to a knee, but didn't submit, fighting back against it. I wouldn't let the storm have me again. I wouldn't let them have me again.
I stood back up, and made a slow gesture with a held out hand, forming a ninety degree arc. Smoothing out the turbulence, to allow the buzzing to make sense. The roots did the same around me, keeping everything intact. I couldn't fully comprehend the storm, but I could feel its intentions through its noise. Then I spoke back.
"No. I am not your servant any more. We act as one now, but not for you."
There was confusion. And its noise ceased, withdrawing, the violent edges of the cloud receding and calming down. I began to walk forward again.
There was an odd amount of noise in my head as I woke up, yet none of it seemed directed at me. And I couldn't make sense of it either, but it quickly faded into the background. The night sky projector had turned itself off, by now, as it was... some time in the afternoon, yet I still felt sleepy. And someone walked into the room, prompting me to hide under the blanket and roll up... even more. The presence of someone usually meant either a doctor coming by, or a psychologist, and that meant doing things, and lights. I didn't want to be doing things, or have light in my eyes. A hand tried to disturb the blanket, but two others held it in place from underneath.
"Want to sleep.", came out as a muffled reply from underneath, along with an annoyed sound at getting disturbed.
"You've slept for nearly the entire day, Kasumi. Please, just a little.", the voice outside my safe, warm, comfy confines said.
I responded by further reinforcing my improvised - and soft - bunker.
"Okay, fine. I'll just wait here until you're ready."
I emerged from the darkness underneath the blanket into - thankfully, dimmed - lighting, after... about an hour and a half, and slowly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, yawning and stretching, then a visit to the bathroom was in order, before I could even start paying attention to the person in the room... when I returned to sit on the bed, and resumed my huddled-up position. It was a doctor, who... held some kind of strange blue wrist band with a small device attached to it. And, yet again, a woman, as if they preferred sending them to me. She noticed my curious gazing at the wrist band and commented on that.
"I'd like you to wear this, Kasumi.", she said while handing it over to me. "Put it on either wrist. We'd like to monitor some of the signals getting sent through your body."
I couldn't pretend to really understand why or how, but didn't have the available capacity to ask. So I took and loosely fitted it around the left wrist.
"it needs to be on a little more tightly.", the doctor told me. "May I?"
I held out my left arm, until the band sat snugly, a cold metal touching the exposed skin lightly. Apparently, I had been the only one to notice it becoming a little paler, but it hadn't changed since the glyph appeared. Nor did it... really seem to bother me that it was different. The woman briefly glanced at the VR headset box which I... had either placed on the ground myself, or someone else had to avoid it falling off as I rolled in bed. Or maybe it had fallen, with nothing happening due to rather low rotational gravity.
"Have you used it yet?"
I shook my head to say no.
"Please do. The device appears to be configured for your... unique, brain, already. Perhaps you've used this particular one before - we haven't accessed its memory banks beyond what was necessary to limit its connection, and what scenarios you can access."
I shrugged, with a mildly curious look at the 'unique brain' mention. Then I spoke up... still stuck in that 'low, soft tone' voice with a neutral English accent.
"There are voices today. Can you make them quiet?"
"I'm afraid not, Ki - Kasumi. What happened to you... means we can't just undo what's in your head, or you would die. I'm sorry."
"When... did it happen?"
"Ah... about... over a year ago. There wasn't much anyone could do about it, and it got worse nearly two months ago. To... where you are now. We're trying to get you back to where you were, which the virtual reality device might help with."
"Ok."
"Please, do go ahead. I'll be monitoring the feedback it receives from your brain."
I picked up the box... and kind of knew what to do already. Take it out, lay down, place on the head. Actions which... returned a memory of being rather excited to try it out for the first time properly. And I was drawn into a starting space, floating around as a body-less... thing. There was a few options, the highlighted one being some kind of bar on a... space station?
I selected it. The view faded to black temporarily, and I loaded in... as me. With comically large breasts adorning my chest, hips that spread out as wide as my shoulders went. And, of course, the backside and thighs were "appropriately" big as well. My thoughts started out as being along the lines of 'What was I thinking when I did this?', with the right hand placed on my wide, kind of disproportionate hips, and being strangely amused at it... then quickly went to checking this weirdly sized body of mine in virtual space out, because there were no downsides to it. Starting by simply putting my hands around my breasts, actually quite enjoying the sensation. Of them being round, big, and... not really fitting into my hands particularly well due to their size.
Those same hands ran along the lower curves and found that same odd enjoyment down there, with the clothing reflecting what I wore in reality. If for... a larger body with oddly-sized proportions. As it was me with more enhanced female body features. I went and moved forward... getting oddly distracted at the sensation of thighs brushing up against each other, kind of getting in each other's way. This... 'simulation' was empty, so I at least didn't feel embarrassed for walking in a strange way to accommodate for the extra mass on my lower body, though I felt the upper half quite liking its movement as well, despite a bra supporting it.
I got, oddly quickly, used to walking differently with this enhanced body. Even liking how it all felt quite a lot, though here, there was nobody to observe, and it was not real. With this body, in reality... I would have felt very differently, even in a state where my mental capacity was very limited, though some base behavioral traits remained. Like... strangely liking big curves, as those I had given to this body. And that... thing... at the back of my head, which I was only vaguely aware of, seemed to share the perception in an... odd, deeper way, one that I could feel even partially isolated from it.
I walked through the, wide open, front entrance of the bar. It was... lit up, with neon lighting, monitors - currently dark, as without external connection, nothing could be displayed on them - and the usual assortment of bar stools, chairs, sofas, couches and tables. Or, at least, something in my brain 'said' it was usual, without any direct, active reconnection.
Suddenly, a part of the brain 'clicked', and the memory of that bar showed up. Or, rather, a picture that seemed to superimpose several of them. A relatively small, silver-haired woman working behind the bar, random clients standing around there. A different one, even a little smaller still, with very pale looking skin, black hair. A man with blonde hair at the piano, busy playing a tune, it seemed.
But the rest of it looked unclear, even though two other people were still there, yet... undefined, blurry, like watery paint. Only vague outlines existed, so I could tell they were women, one sturdily built, a little bit taller than me, and somehow familiar. The other was even less well-defined, only letting me guess basic height and body shape. Not so tall, similar build to my... normal, self. Not this virtual one. With nothing to associate that vague shape to. I closed this simulation and selected another.
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Outside that virtual environment, the doctor observing me clearly saw pathways within the brain activating from reception, or re-discovery of a memory cluster, those neurons firing quite intensely, some improperly, which in turn saw the implant set itself out to repairing that damage.
"Good. Looks like this is working by providing her with memory triggers, which reactivates parts of her brain. Still a lot of inactive pieces though... that's going to take some time, but at least we know this helps. Huh... that's interesting."
Some readings were showing an odd amount of activity within the implant as the brain reacted very positively to something the doctor couldn't see, as though it was deeply affected by them, and reacting positively itself. Like it was... excited. And the glyph on my right hand was accordingly lit up in a brighter green color.
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I was inside some kind of house near a mountain range, in the valley below it. It was just as empty - of people - but that didn't bother me. I kept walking around inside, until... some subconscious drive made me end up in the bedroom. Looking at a few traces of water from a recent shower around, and two pieces of what appeared like sports clothing, made for this big body, laying on the ground. A, rather erotic, memory of... me, appeared, with my hands in rather inappropriate places, and very strong sensations of pleasure associated to it.
I felt tempted to move to the third simulation, for a reason I couldn't quite determine. So I did. A... small apartment, possibly made for only one, two people. A bed, with a camera on it, a chair with its four legs busted off... a scene that I couldn't quite stop myself from giggling at. Which became even worse when a memory of the same stupidly tall woman from the pictures appeared, but right amidst the ruined chair. Then, I looked at the bed and the camera a little more closely. Another memory came up, of... me, posing in a rather interesting, and appealing, way. Pictures were taken, ones that I had to have missed in the naughty folder because of Jana's visit... the other day.
The fourth simulation was set in a city. I found various curious memories by visiting different locations marked throughout it, from... odd experiments of increasing the size of female "features" on the fly, or gradually growing larger, and the funny feelings which came with that, a strange fun of messing with the size of other people's body parts, meeting Jana several times throughout that, and... a water park, where I saw myself in a kind of swimwear that resembled my basic underwear, a bra plus 'shorts' that were close-ish to the body without revealing any of the detailed body curvature. The memory of it was filled with a lot of pure pleasure of just playing around in the water, alongside general enjoyment of the shape the body had.
My non-chronological following of these markers - throughout which I was occasionally observed by the few 'non-player characters' that the device could manage to place with its own processing power, thanks to my 'shape' - had me end up last at one placed on a rooftop, where a setting sun was shining. And I suddenly recalled exactly where I sat here, prior to...
I sat down in a position with my legs folded on top of each other, somewhat difficult to achieve with upsized thighs of the virtual body, when faced with that sudden blank in memories. Something I was... not meant to access yet, or just didn't want to. There was a certain... apprehension in the back of my mind, to those memories that had followed after this moment, yet I couldn't say why.
A different memory, related to this moment, reappeared. Pure, relaxed... joy? Laziness? A mixture of both, perhaps, sitting on a sun-bathed roof with nothing to do but enjoy the warm air, a light breeze, and the colors of the sunset. I sat there like this myself, for a few minutes, simply enjoying the feelings this memory brought, and which were reflected in the location where I was. And yet it felt... incomplete, with the absence of Jana and the other woman I could not remember, but kept seeing, souring the experience partially. Then I turned off the device and removed it from my head when it safely returned me to my body... suddenly feeling very exhausted.
I put it aside and crossed my arms on my chest. The words of the doctor thanking me and saying the results had been great barely reached me before I drifted away again.
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December 19, 3309
I was... in a ship. Sitting in its piloting chair. Going through some kind of tunnel. A "wormhole", something in my head called it. A star shone through it directly in front of me.
Suddenly, the tunnel fell apart, and my ship fell into some kind of... strange, dark space that sounded and 'felt' like it was fluid. Eventually slowing the ship to a halt. Nothing I did made it respond.
Then... lights began to show up around me. In the center of moving objects, each of them glowing faintly around the edges, and more noticeably in the middle. Eight 'petals' were located around this middle point. They surrounded me.
One of these... things, the one that I faced, suddenly lit up in a yellow-greenish color, and blinded me. Then it was dark again.
I shot upright abruptly, feeling hot and sweating. I was confused. Panicked. Maybe scared. I left the bed and left the lights off completely, hiding while huddled up behind something, other than the bed.
The psychologist doing a routine checkup on me was confused and alarmed when she saw neither me on the bed, nor my shape under the blanket, upon entering the quarantine cell some time later.
"Kasumi? Where are you?", she asked into the room, leaving everything dimly lit, exactly as I preferred. No answer came, prompting her to look, finding me hidden and tucked away near a shelf, looking somewhat pale, with a panicked look on my face, eyes darting left to right quickly, which prompted her to kneel with a concerned look on the face. "What's wrong?"
"I saw... monsters. In a dream.", I replied, still upset by the experience of a nightmare.
"Monsters? What kind of monsters?"
"Big. They have an eye in the middle, eight... things. Flower petals on them, around the eye."
"Ah..." The look on the woman's face seemed to indicate she... somewhat expected this'd come eventually. "Come on back to the bed, please. I'll tell you when you're on there."
"No! What if the monsters come back? I should hide."
She took my right hand gently, yet with a firm grip. "Kasumi, you're safe here. The monsters can't get you. Everyone on this ship will do everything they can to keep them away from you and make sure you get better, okay?"
I... sighed, lowering my head, eyes closed. ".... ok."
I let her guide me back, then sat down on the bed slowly. Resumed that same huddled position.
"Okay, Kasumi. I'd like you to listen very closely now."
I looked. Kept my eyes focused, on... somewhere on her body.
"Those 'monsters' that you saw, they are called 'Thargoids'."
"Thar-goids..." I drew out both halves of the word, letting them melt on my tongue like a piece of sugar. "What are they?"
"I was going to tell you. We - humans - first met them about two-hundred years ago, and fought with them in a war. We won it, but they didn't stay gone, and returned a few years ago. We still don't know a lot about them, other than that they are... different, to us, which I can explain later. For today, it is enough to say that we are at war with them again."
"Why are we fighting them?"
"Many mistakes we made in the past, I'm afraid. And - "
"Have we tried talking to them?"
The woman sighed. "No... or not early enough, at least, and we don't know their language. I'm afraid they don't want to talk to us now, if they could. You might find out why yourself... soon, or when we tell you. But I think you'd like to find out yourself."
I remained quiet for a moment... thinking. Going through this new information. "Is it... their voices, that I hear?"
"Y- es. They are... linked together, like... a web. Something that allows them to talk to each other without talking."
"Why can I hear them?"
"It's... still complicated."
"I want to know."
"Okay. See, a little over a year ago, there was... a battle between humans and Thargoids, after which they came here." The woman made a gesture encompassing the stars, space surrounding us. "And you were, unfortunately, there when we lost it. A weapon that was made to defeat them was used against us instead, and a few things happened that meant you nearly died when the Thargoids took you."
I just... looked at her as she paused. Waiting for her to continue.
"We're not yet sure how, or why they did it, but they decided to revive you. Unfortunately, that also means you... have their voices in your head. And we have no way of removing the implant that is causing it."
"Can they be turned off?"
"I'm afraid, no. Doing that would need us to disable the implant, as... we don't understand it enough to isolate specific components. And disabling it would kill you."
I remained quiet. Letting my brain process these facts. Doing so... I forgot the next thing I wanted to ask, thanks to its processing capabilities still being lacking. Standing up instead, from the bed, I walked over to the wardrobe and changed into proper clothing, rather than my nightwear. Strangely... they felt a little more snug than the previous day. I turned around to the doctor.
"My clothes feel tighter. Are they supposed to?"
She studied me intently... but noticed nothing off. "I'm not seeing anything wrong with you or the clothes. Are you sure it's not just an old pair that's been washed too many times?"
I... shrugged, slowly, after a long period of thinking on what that gesture was meant to be. Then I felt a funny pinch in my stomach, and it grumbled.
"I feel hungry. Can I have some food?", I asked, as a result.
"Of course. What do you want?"
I used a datapad to write down or select what I was interested in... and the full list ended up as something that could have been a sizeable meal for someone a lot bigger than me. Yet, when it arrived, I completely fell over all that food and devoured every last piece of it until my belly was so full, nothing else could have fit in it. Which got a curious look by the staff member that came to recover the empty food trays and plates.
"My, you're a hungry one, aren't you?", they remarked out loud, and then a little more in the direction of muttering, added, "Wouldn't think so, given the size. if she keeps up like that, won't be small much longer."
In an ironic way, they were somewhat right. There was a good reason why I was suddenly so hungry, I just wasn't aware of it... yet. And it became rather apparent some three days later, after it kept getting slightly more difficult to slip into my clothes in the two preceding days already.
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December 22, 3309
I stretched while yawning, upon waking after another dreamless night, feeling a bit sleepy, but in a good way. Decided to, today, stay in my baggy sleepwear for a bit longer than usual... and found myself oddly distracted by an odd shiftiness in my chest. Or on it, rather. Even in low G, it wasn't supposed to feel like that...
I ignored it, and picked up my wrist computer. I was more interested in playing with that, anyway. And dug through some more files. My personal logs, mostly... the recent ones. About this war with the Thargoids. It... they, made mentions of many killed people, "Maelstroms", "Titans", and many different 'Thargoid' ships.
Then there were... abductions. People held on those 'Titans', which I had apparently been near already, but... could not remember. There was an impulse to hold on to that memory of those Titan captives, wanting to know how I related to them.
A few more hours were wasted on this digging of personal logs, getting... no significant memory triggers from them. If any. It made me... disappointed. As if there was nothing of this I wanted to remember. And there seemed to be missing logs, that were... deleted, or hidden. Of around the end of October, and almost all of November.
Some even older logs were dated from 3304 to 3306, with a large break between then and 3308, where most began to surround Thargoids. After the time where I had been... changed. And there was a 'Seo Jin-ae' mentioned in them too, but I didn't know who it was. None of it helped me remember.
I found remote access to... things, suddenly active. Ships that I owned. Web news. ID database... I checked the last of those first. There were... many different ones saved on the device. I deleted all of them. Not caring... until I got to 'Kira'. A name that I... couldn't feel anything for. Yet I didn't delete it.
And then... there was a 'fleet carrier'. Some kind of big ship used to move around and watch over other ships so they didn't break. I... had one?
It felt like too much to have to consider. There were so many screens to look at and manage. So many people working on it, for... a reason I didn't know, or remember. Then there was a simple 'Decommission' button. I tapped on it, and it warned me. I tapped on yes anyway. A few minutes later, a message arrived. I read it.
For: Kira Goto
From: Brewer Corporation
This message is to inform you that your request for assisted carrier management, in light of the information regarding your personal health status, was accepted. All crew and maintenance charges will automatically be deducted from the carrier or your personal balance from here, with no need to perform checks manually, or review and accept applications/resignations. Should additional funds be required, they will automatically be transferred from your account.
Full autonomy over active/suspended carrier operations, specific tasks and its location remain.
Greetings,
I stopped reading there, sighed, and dropped the right arm. I didn't want this, but the thing gone. Yet, instead of doing what I wanted, the device had asked for the management need to be removed from me. For something I wasn't going to use.
I removed the wrist computer from my arm and moved toward the wardrobe. I picked up the usual clothes - underwear, shirt and pants, - but no gloves, then went into the bathroom for added privacy. Came out of the nightwear, and put on the bra. It, annoyingly, pinched a little, with the sensation refusing to go away no matter how much I adjusted it. Then, when I gave up on that, the shirt also refused to slip over my breasts as easily, and felt like it lay on them more snugly.
My pants were another matter, seeming to entirely refuse to slip over my hips, requiring some good convincing... and even then, they felt kind of tight, with it being difficult to button them up and close the zipper. It was not comfortable, but I didn't think of it much further, and just returned to the main chamber of the quarantine cell... then went right back to the bathroom, and came back out of my clothes to look at myself.
Except, instead of inspecting the status of my body... I was drawn away by the appearance of my skin. It had gone... effectively entirely white, or pale, as though all pigmentation was gone from it, making me look almost like some ghostly creature, except solid. And, somehow, my eyes had become an even bluer, much more vibrant, almost crystalline color. Unlike the complete lack of it that my skin now possessed, as though I'd lost all my blood. And the glyph on my right hand was still visible amidst it all, made of a 'different' white and material, despite it being the same cells, with an odd, added ability to glow. Anyone paying close enough attention would notice it was there... and strangely, I liked that it was there now.
I put my clothes back on, with the same but slightly easier struggle, then actually stayed in the quarantine chamber, reading... the news of the last year. And then some more, wanting to learn about this 'Seo Jin-ae' who, apparently, was also connected to 'Thargoids', but in a different way. Before I got done, the door opened. A single person came inside, and something seemed off by how they approached. Quick footsteps, and the door closed faster than usual. I decided to sit upright, going into the usual ball with the knees at chest level. Vaguely noticing... my thighs looking off. As if they were not the same size. Then who stood in front of me. Someone looking like a guard, and a man.
"You and I... we need to have some words.", he stated in a menacing tone.
I continued to sit there, uncaring.
"You can't even answer. Figures. Bugs fried your brain after they couldn't use you, now you sit here hogging up resources while waiting to be turned back on by them. Somewhere in the middle of populated space, right after you got released."
The man sounded angry, pacing back and forth. The glyph on my hand lit up yellow, as if alert, while my eyes moved to the camera.
"No, your little friends aren't watching. And they're not gonna help you. Nobody's going to know until I'm through with you and gone."
I continued to sit there... unimpressed, if mildly wary, yet looking like I was daydreaming. Ignoring the hand waved in front of my eyes, mostly.
"What kind of poor excuse for a living creature are you? Your rotted brain isn't even working half the time. But you're still dangerous. You need to be gone, and I'm going to be the one to do it. You're going to pay for those people you put at risk, whoever your puppet masters made you kill, and whoever's lives you ruined."
The ridiculous man grabbed my right hand, shouting, after getting angrier and angrier during his monologue. "You hear me, you stupid Thargoid b - "
The glyph on my hand lit up in red, and the implant assumed control of my motor functions after the brain allowed it, aware of the danger but stuck in a loop not allowing it to react. And he finally took note of my white skin.
"What the - "
A few minutes later... I sat on the bed again, an unconscious body bleeding out of the nose laying on the floor near it. The door opened to let a doctor in, without a security guard, and... she quickly noticed the body on the floor, looking concerned as a result, while she approached.
"Kasumi, what... what is this?"
I looked at her in completely unconcerned manner, not too aware of the violence I had inflicted to defend myself. Despite some residual blood on my right hand. The glyph, itself, had gone back to its neutral white state.
"He was loud. He became angry. I made him quiet."
The woman shook her head. "He's not ... " She bent down and checked his pulse. "Okay, good. Still alive." She reached for a comm earpiece. "Security, please come to quarantine cell 01A. Someone tried to assault Kira. Probably. Get him in for questioning."
"Kasumi.", I said.
Her look returned to me while standing back up.
"I know. I'm sorry. And next time someone tries to do anything ..." She noticed the blue wristband laying on the small bedside table, unused. "... please call for someone quickly. And you should be wearing that more."
"I forgot."
The answer was meant to be apologetic, but I was... kind of, stuck, in an unemotional state.
"Are you in shock, Kasumi?" She tried to get my attention properly, and... finally noticed the altered skin tone and eye color. As well as my... not quite so small breasts, which had gained something around half a cup, maybe even three quarters of one, in size, over just four days, and showed quite well in my shirt. "Uh... please, do come to the medbay with me. I think you're due for a sudden checkup. With the band."
I curiously observed her, turning only my head. Allowed her to put the wrist band on my right arm before I came with her. And then - after a short walk, where the other woman had her eyes somewhat fixated on my tighter pants - I was on a medical bed again, undergoing another scan while a funny monitoring tool scanned electrical signals going through me.
"Someone tell me I'm not imagining this.", the doctor who'd taken me here said. "Does her skin really look white? And why the hell is her chest bigger?"
"To that first one...", another, male doctor began speaking, lighting up a display with a representation of my body. "That skin sample we took had some more time to evolve as well. It seems to be how the conversion process finishes, causing loss of pigmentation. So... her skin is white."
The display changed to highlight the eyes, chest and hips down to and including thighs.
"Now, those changes... they're curious. I'm not sure why it would change the color of the iris to be more vibrant, but her implant is... sending out similar signals to if she were in puberty, yet only for those specific parts of her body. Which is causing them to... well ..."
"Yeah, I get it. But why's it suddenly doing that? And what was the point of changing her skin to look like an albino?"
"Not an albino, just white. Her iris isn't red, though I'm not sure why it got more color either. And they should've taught you about that in biology."
The doctor who'd just gotten corrected looked ready to object, but then didn't bother. "Okay, fine. Just answer those damn questions."
"I'm not sure on either, to be completely honest. The organ she didn't have before looks to be active now. Which might be a reason why her hormone levels are imbalanced, but it shouldn't have any effect on her in that way, neither in altering her skin nor growing her body in those... specific areas."
"I might have an answer to that.", a third doctor said. The woman that had encouraged me to go into the VR space and... discover the body with large female features for myself. "When I ran her through those VR scenarios we selected for her... with that custom avatar she made... her brain was sending a lot of positive impulses about it out to the implant. It might now be reacting to that."
"So... you're saying... it's trying to copy her figure from there through a controlled hormone release.", the other female doctor stated, sounding somewhat in disbelief. Meanwhile, I... kind of began to gently explore the added softness on my hips, which were a bit wider already, but not extremely so.
"Yes.", the second woman replied, trying to not gaze at me.
"And just how does that figure look?", the male doctor asked.
"Too big."
"At least it explains why she's been eating so much. All that mass needs to come from somewhere."
"So... should we do something about it?", the first woman then asked, looking a little skeptical at that happening.
"The only way to is to suppress those hormones somehow. Her implant isn't something we can influence. At least, not directly."
"Don't.", I said, hands currently held near... or maybe on... my breasts, which were approaching the next cup size - E - already... or maybe they had reached that size by now. This prompted the three doctors to all look at me.
"Huh?", the male doctor let out, interestingly the first one to be confused.
"Don't. I like it.", I said, cradling the bigger chest in an odd enjoyment of that act.
The two women looked at each other, confused.
"Are you sure it's a good idea to let her have that?", the first one asked the other.
"Why should we not let her, if she likes it? Could be she's always wanted it like that.", the second woman replied. "I've seen that virtual avatar of hers. Safe to say she might not be opposed to it."
"Won't muscle mass be an issue if it goes too far?"
"I don't think so. That thing's primary purpose is to keep her alive, so it's probably going to form whatever muscles her body needs to support the extra weight."
"If we're just gonna let this happen, we should at least monitor the implant through it.", the male doctor suggested. "It sounds like there might be a deeper connection between it and the brain now, if this is the kind of thing it can receive and do."
"Agreed. Some of the signals that the monitoring device's been picking up seem to suggest that, too."
"How far do you think it goes?", the first doctor asked.
"The link, or how much larger she'll get? It's added quite a bit already."
"The link, you ..." The first woman stopped herself from telling off her other female counterpart. "I get that it's interesting to see how far that part goes, too, but it's not like this'll be useful to anyone. Aegis is gonna be more interested in that link than her suddenly getting larger hips."
"Yeah, sorry, you're right."
"Nobody's stopping you from keeping an eye on that as a side project, but unless it goes too far and we need some way to stop it for her own good, let's just not focus on it. Other than making sure she has enough food. She's been through enough in the last year already, so if she doesn't mind, and it stops somewhere halfway reasonable... let her have it." She looked at me a little more, focusing on the look of my skin, primarily. "She might want to avoid staying out in the sun for long, though. With skin like that, she could get a burn really easily. If she doesn't melt away in it. Looks more like snow."
"She's an indoor person anyway. Probably not a lot of risk that it's going to happen. And if she does need to stay outside for long, sunscreen - a lot of sunscreen - or protective gear'll do anyway. Someone just needs to tell her."
The three doctors returned to their work. I, meanwhile, was left to get absorbed in my body, as those more mature instincts of my brain were somewhat awakened by the pleasing sensations derived from exploring those curves. I definitely quite liked this, minus the fact that it was making my clothes inadequate.