Exposure - 15 (2/5) - Over The Top
12 Dec 2023Kasumi Goto
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I turned around upon hearing the voice, to be faced with… that same woman we’d run into during our last session. A little less tall than me, by a few centimeters at best, wearing the same kind of baggy trousers and jacket with sleeves to the elbows, over a close-fitting shirt, in a red and black mixture. Also with some sunglasses this time.
“Oh. Hey. It’s you.”, I replied, not knowing what else to say.
“Gotta say, you look… pretty damn sexy like that with those pants.”, she remarked, gaze clearly focused on down there for a few seconds, and maybe a pointing finger was involved too. “Why the change?”
“Kinda just wanted to… uh, well, try it.” I shifted my weight from left to right. “And maybe the side result of those mods you might’ve seen installed for this server.”
“Oh, yeah, I definitely saw those. Can’t say I’m arguing with the results.”
If there was a wink behind the sunglasses, I could obviously not see it. The woman - whose name I didn’t know - looked at Meowers, and… studied her a little more intently, from top to bottom.
“You know, I get you’re tall and all that, but… something’s a little off about you today,” she remarked, fixating the gaze… somewhere lower down.
I also looked at Meowers. Maybe it’d gone a little bit far, since the thighs quite noticeably extended past the shoulders now - though not yet as much as mine, in proportion - and she’d probably notice it after that hint. Particularly with the way her once baggy trousers were seeming quite tight around the backside.
"Oh, hello there," Meowers waved her hand slightly to the woman. "Yeah, it's, kind of... Difficult to miss us, I guess".
She giggled lightheartedly, covering her mouth with a hand and then a second part of that woman’s phrase reached her.
"Yeah, 'tall and all that'... But, what's 'off'?"
Looking down at her body, Meowers pulled the lower end of her crop top a little lower, thinking there were folds she didn't know about, or stains, or anything else. But everything looked nice and clean.
"Hm... I don't understand."
Meowers checked her pockets, thinking that one of them might be inside out. Much to her surprise, she had to force her hand to slip it into the extra pockets on the thighs: normally, they were loose and quite spacious, more than enough for a pack of cigarettes, a communicator, a small datapad or something else of similar size.
"Yeah, you're right. That's odd," she raised her eyebrow and looked at the woman and then at me. "Waaaaait a minute..."
Meowers made a few steps further down the road and stood next to the tall window made of thick and quite reflective glass. Thankfully, the curtains were closed and nobody inside had a chance to see this odd performance up close, so she turned to have a side-look at the reflection.
Normally, her lower part was somewhere within the 'reasonable' size range closer to the bigger end, yet still proportional to the big muscular thighs of the same kind. And, when viewed from the side, the change in the curve had always been quite noticeable, yet... Not like that. Now, it was almost spherical, forming a big fold down below. And the waistband of her trousers, which normally were loose enough, now struggled to cover the upper part of it. If she were leaning forward or sitting, the recess at the middle could've been clearly seen, much to her embarrassment.
"The... The heck!"
Looking down at her legs, Meowers noticed how tight-fitting the same trousers were now. This could mean only one thing. And when she realised it, she burst into an uncontrollable laughter, bending in half and holding her hand on her stomach.
"You... You...", pointing the index finger of another hand somewhere in my direction, with her eyes squeezed shut forcibly, Meowers tried to push the words through the laughter, slowly walking to me, staggering left to right.
"You... You enlarged my butt!"
I couldn’t quite help but… kind of, smile widely, in a naughty way, at Meowers finally discovering that I had pulled a trick on her, without her even noticing it until now. Then I shrugged as I replied.
“Not just that. I might’ve made your thighs a bit bigger too.” I pointed there, as if to make that connection obvious, if it didn’t exist yet. “And I guess since you now know, I might as well do this.”
I stopped the whole ‘grow bigger over time’ process and flicked a virtual switch to make Meowers’ hip width to match proportionally with the thighs and backside. Which, of course, made the pants even tighter.
“Well, at least they’re not gonna slip off now.”, I remarked. “And I think the look suits you.”
"Pffffft!...", another outburst of laughter seized control over her as she stood next to me and the woman who talked to us. She laughed for a minute or two, desperately catching air; thankfully, low-waist trousers weren't pressing her stomach, but she definitely felt her face blushing from the sheer amount of laughter, and her eyes watering.
"Ah gods-bloody-dammit... Phew..." Finally, able to stand straight, she looked at our faces, as if trying to catch what we were thinking. Then she made her way back to the window and looked at herself from frontal and side projections, and couldn't help but let out another couple of giggles.
"Holy shite... This is so stupid, dammit."
"You know what...", she told me, returning back to us. "Fix it at, like, a quarter from my normal size to... This. This is just ridiculous. Yet I might not mind a slight change."
”Bah. You’re no fun.”
I did as requested and returned Meowers to a less oversized, but still bigger form, eyeballing it to as close to the mentioned size as possible.
“I think it looks fun.”, the woman next to me and Meowers remarked… though she was standing just slightly behind me, for likely only one reason. “Also, is it just me, or did your pants get even tighter while you were doing this?”
The question being directed at me, I looked down. And, sure enough, there was a bit more stuff on display. There had to have been some space left to fill until my body reached its form when we ran into this woman. I turned around and replied.
“Yes, they did. Because I was… doing a thing. Make this go from my… let’s say, normal size in life to, well, this.” I lifted my arms, as though to refer to my body in its enhanced form.
“O-kay… well, it sure seems like a lot of fun to play around with.”, the woman said, clearly interested. “Where can I find these?”
“You can probably just tap on them in the menu and go straight to their page. But you don’t need to go there to test them. If you’ll allow a demonstration.”
“Uh… sure.”
I winked. “You shouldn’t have.”
And I upscaled her hips, with proportional increase for thighs and rear half, turning baggy trousers into quite form-fitting as they shot out to almost the outer shoulder radius. The other result was a gasp and visible blush.
“Shit!” A brief pause. “You’re absolutely nuts.”, the woman said to me. “And I love it.” She began to inspect her new lower curvature. “You know what, that’s not so bad.”
“And now you can have fun with it on your own.”, I said as I unlocked control of the mods for the woman. “If you’d like to do more testing… in here.”
“Oh, you bet I will.”, she said, something of a naughty look on her face, with the head tilted forward slightly. “I might see you around later.”
Her chest made a visible jump in size upward, revealing some skin, then she turned around and walked off. I observed her walk for a moment, gaze definitely not focused on the expanded lower half - which I could have sworn still gained a little more size - before I turned back around to Meowers.
“So, now that it’s just us two again, what do you say? Should we test the reactions of some of the non-player characters going around?”
"Pfffft! Why am I not fun?" Meowers chuckled, while the woman walked off, spreading her arms a little. "And why the heck that girl looked like she tried to hide behind you? I'm, essentially, a big kitten. Mew!"
She rubbed her chin for a moment, with her head lowered, processing the idea. Then she pointed a finger upwards and exclaimed: "Yeah! I know. I'm going to put that 'I'm essentially a big kitten' text into my character's public info line."
"Anyway..." She looked around. The park was closer already but it seemed like all weird ideas which were to be executed in private had found their way in public. "I guess... We should change our destination to a little more crowded place, like some street closer to the centre. More folks walking around, less chances to have all the attention on us."
”Yeah, I don’t think it had anything to do with you.”, I said, once Meowers finished talking. “Looked more like she wanted a bit more fun with… this.”
I wasn’t sure whether to point a finger at my breasts or the lower half, so it kind of ended up being both.
“Won’t surprise me if we find a few people walking around with bigger… parts, that I didn’t mess around with, either. And you know we’re gonna attract a lot of attention regardless of how or where. You’re like a lighthouse in fog.”
"Yeah, I'm shinin'!" Meowers replied with a joyful tone, standing on her tiptoes, with her head tilted back a little and arms stretched down and clasped behind her back.
"Like, that's awesome," she continued, getting back to the normal relaxed stance with half-shut eyes turned somewhere to the sun. "But that might be quite obvious since even I admit I'm behaving... a bit exaltedly. Anyway, with that mod active and openly listed... You may encounter more people that are into... Your thing."
”Yeah, people probably get… mh, interested, in it, when they see that.”
I decided to keep walking and find myself a spot in the grass to sit down on when we reached the park, not feeling like going to the city center. While moving into the position to fold my legs on top of each other, I couldn’t help but notice the… tightness of the pants making it a little more difficult, both to sit down and do the leg folding. Thankfully, the belt I wore… which pinched a little… kept them from being indecent.
“I don’t think I feel like I want to go to the city center and into crowds though. Too much noise. I hate lots of people being in the same place, and, you know, already got enough noise to deal with in my head every day.”
"Yeah, I understand. Like, perfectly understand," Meowers nodded in agreement. "Totally miss the quietness and serenity. Stations and cities are crowded, and space is... Too empty. Devoid of everything. But in places like this one, things exist... Coexist calmly."
I kind of began to… miss the feeling of my body slowly growing bigger, and tried to tinker with the menu to set up a small amount of it over the next few minutes, rather than replying. Not because I wanted to be bigger, but because I just wanted to enjoy the sensation.
Unfortunately, for me, said fiddling somehow resulted in Meowers also being awarded mod control. And my haphazard attempts at fixing that situation before I was messed with only gave her a notification that it had been provided. She was sitting on the grass next to me, stretching her legs forward and leaning back, both hands placed behind. A moment of quiet staring at the sky had been interrupted by the notification message, and she pulled out the interface to read it.
"Hm... Hmmmm!", a mischievous smile appeared on her face.
"Now, close your eyes, if you don't mind. Phah."
”No, I don’t think I’m gonna do so.” I retorted. “Now please stop messing around with it.”
My tone mixed desperation with resignation, because I was in for it now. Whatever I’d done really screwed things up, because I couldn’t find a way to remove control from Meowers, and I had no doubts I was in for some retaliation for my messing with her body earlier. And then leaving it slightly bigger than it was originally, still.
"Oh, then you're missing out on that 'sensation-only mode'," Meowers muttered, exploring the control panel that looked like a super simplified character creation menu.
Memorising the current positions of breasts, hips, thighs and backside sliders, she dropped them even lower, like, three quarters of my original scan-copied values, but without making those changes immediately. Then, she set them to return back to their current numbers in five minutes.
"Anyway, you're in for a ride, I think. Mwahahaha!"
And she pressed the 'Accept' button, starting the script.
I had no clue what Meowers was going to do, only figuring it wouldn’t be good. I got my answer when my breasts and hips became small… smaller than my ‘real’ size.
“What the …”
My shape was… a lot less noticeable now, even looking a little flat on the chest. Of course, the pants and shirt had gone right back down with them, matching the figure. And then… those parts of my body started to expand. Quickly. Very quickly. Something that prompted me to gasp, not expecting it.
“Oh! Oh, shit!”
I almost immediately felt the swelling of my thighs, hips and backside, acting to push me up from the ground little by little as more mass was added. And my breasts were quite busy pushing against the confines of the bra, as well as stretching the shirt outward.
Some subconscious impulse made me stand up in a hurry… to remain in the same spot. With my eyes shut closed now and then, as it was… impossible to keep them either open or closed for the whole duration.
The next five minutes were nothing more than a collection of “Oh’s”, gasps and the occasional hardly controlled moaning as my body proceeded to go from smaller than my real body, to really damn big and curvy in that short time, while my clothes tightened more and more throughout that period, quite audibly creaking as the fabric got stretched outward, revealing ever more curvature and skin to my body.
When it was over… my cheeks felt like they were burning, and were equally bright red with blush. I went through at least another minute of heavy breathing to stop the pleasure from getting to my mind so much that I just fondled myself past any restraint. Then I inspected the clothing situation.
My pants were really damn tight, the belt seemed to try going into my body, and they didn’t leave too much to the imagination around the backside, at all. There also was quite a bit more cleavage on display, not to mention that the bra felt like it was right about at its limit, after getting downsized so much. A portion of my waist, and upper hip curve, was also a little exposed to the air.
“Shit! They’re really tight!”, I exclaimed, mixing residual enjoyment and displeasure. Then I looked at Meowers. “Don’t make it any bigger, I swear.”
Meowers had been able to watch the show silently with a viciously goofy grin on her face for the first two or three minutes, but couldn't contain it within herself any longer after that point. Suppressing the laughter, she pressed one hand against her mouth and wrapped another one around her stomach, almost immediately losing her balance and tipping to the side. And, from there, laying on the side, she proceeded with her observations.
Once I’d turned to look at her, she finally got up from the grass and sat with her legs tucked underneath.
"Khm... Khm... Pfffft!.. Ah. Okay. Okay. No more jokes, returning the control back to you."
She opened the interface again, activated the control sharing window and tried to look as normal and serious as she could, keeping the said window just a bit above the same sliders. Imitating the attempts to figure out how it works. Everything was quite simple, but she needed a little more time. To set up another adjustment, just a bit, a half of a point more, and at a slower rate, so that it will reach the final effect in ten minutes. Then she deleted her ID from the control privileges and the window automatically disappeared.
"Oh. Okay. That's all, you can check it on your side... Pffffft!", she couldn't keep a serious face for too long. "Ah, friggin' dammit, that's so... Damn surreal, phah."
I gave Meowers a displeased look for the tinkering with the shared control access, and whatever she’d been doing with it now. Then the notification telling me that it had been disabled by her popped up.
“Fine. You cut off the link.”
I didn’t have much else to say and kind of just… began to wander around a little. Still annoyed at the even worse tightness, and I couldn’t shake that feeling as if it was still getting worse.
"You know what I thought about, all of a sudden...", although Meowers not only wondered about it, but also wanted to distract me for a little more time. "How would piloting feel with these... Fun bags. Like, you should really have a tight suit. And, maybe, a wide seat."
”I honestly have no clue.”, I replied. “Yeah, I probably would need a different chair to sit in. The regular one looks a bit… narrow. But the suit? I’d just modify the… existing ones. Like, the Artemis. Make it not be ass-tight around the hips, and give it a bit more space around the chest. You have no idea how much I hate the regular flight suit.”
The tightness of my bra especially was getting quite irritating, so I tried adjusting it through my shirt. Which did a grand total of not a lot.
“Who would’ve thought, stuffing breasts halfway between E and F cup into a bra that just about fits a C does not work.”
I let a very clear annoyance slip into that sarcastic remark. But all it likely achieved was making Meowers grin.
"Phah," Meowers chuckled. Still trying to keep her eyes on me when I wasn't looking back. "Standard flight suits... Airtight underwear, I'd say! Really, you feel like naked in them. Naked and in space. No wonder there's a lot of thermal resistant stuff to wear over it, even if it isn’t necessary."
"Anyway, shopping might turn into... Quite a nontrivial challenge. Even for something as simple as a t-shirt. Like, I should learn tailoring, phah." And, yeah, she was grinning like an idiot.
"I just wear the non-standard suits at this point. Hate how the flight suit covers your breasts and follows down the middle, anyway. The others... don't really. And I might look like I come out of... well, I guess, my own wet fantasy, but I don't want to show it off for all those men to gawk at."
I rolled my shoulders, as though to relieve an odd tension within them.
"As for shopping... I might, like, just get some upgrades to the ship's onboard fabricator. So I can just do custom sizes for the stuff I want to wear in that. It'd probably be more complicated than just trying to figure out what size you need to buy, or getting custom fits made at a shop... but might pay off in the long run."
I looked at Meowers, who had a giant grin on her face due to my sarcastic comment.
"In your case, you might even prefer to have the ship just make it for you. I'd like to think technology is far enough that it can produce decent quality stuff on its own."
"Hmmm...", Meowers rubbed her chin, thinking. "Yeah. Maybe that's an option too. Replenishing the raw material storage is a huge pain in the arse, though. First, I have to convince the synth machine to produce upscaled pilot seat parts, to assemble that stuff and install it,” she kept the conversation going. “And a new bed for the private cabin. Ah, wait a minute... Underwear, first. I'm not doing all that naked!"
“And why… wouldn’t you just do it while dressed anyway?”
I thought about that question for a moment.
“Well, I guess I’d have an easier time of it. Could still wear my old clothes, they’d just be… kind of inappropriately revealing.”
That nagging sense of irritating tightness just refused to go away, and something bothered me about the way my shirt currently fit, too. I tried to tug it down… but it wouldn’t budge. Instead, it merely squished my breasts a little before returning to its original shape.
“Oh, for… come on, stupid thing.”
I tried again. Still no good. So I looked down, and… found my view filled with even more cleavage than before, which said something, considering how much had shown in the undersized shirt after Meowers’ “test” was done. On top of that, it felt like I could barely see my feet, if at all, and the shirt had pulled itself up above the hips and belly button, acting more like a revealing top than what it was supposed to be.
“What the hell?”
My pants were no better off. The hips had gotten even wider inside it, it looked like. I opened the character modification interface and found the sliders slowly ticking up. And both my bra and belt were getting extremely tight. I panicked a little and tried to stop this, but was met with ‘This action was set off by another user. Please allow it to finish before selecting another’ message. I looked at Meowers with a tired, and annoyed, look.
“I hate you.”
It was only half-meant, but I was still not very happy. Neither my bra nor my belt could take a lot more strain. And I could feel those parts of my body continuing to grow bigger. And bigger. The mass simply kept adding itself with no way for me to stop it, that I could think of on short notice at least. Building up the pressure on those parts more, and more, and more.
“Ah! Mph! Stop!”
It was getting painfully tight in both places, but whatever Meowers had set off just wouldn’t stop. Building a tension up as I had to hope it wouldn’t make me burst out of two parts of my clothing. And… it was not to be.
The first thing to give way was, in a not funny but surprising way, the belt, simply pushed past its tolerance limit by my widening hips, and how the growing backside and thighs really tried to pull it down with the pants, to places it was not meant to go. It came off with a way too loud snap and landed on the ground, separating at the buckle.
I still wasn’t done outgrowing my clothes, feeling the pants tighten ever more and more, my breasts push against the prison that was a bra meant for roughly C-cup breasts. Struggling to breathe, it just kept getting worse, overflowing more and more with spilling breast tissue. Eventually… it stopped, and the bra miraculously still held. I held myself up on my knees, trying to just breathe slowly, and avoid any abrupt movement.
I straightened myself. Then I took a deep breath.
The bra came loose both at the front and back with a loud snapping and tearing sound, letting my breasts sag down, but only slightly, as the taut, tightened fabric of the shirt kind of supported them now. And I sighed loudly.
“You’re a fucking idiot.”, I remarked to Meowers, in a semi-serious, but also partly teasing, joking tone.