Point of (no) Return - 1
13 Jan 2024Kasumi Goto
"What makes a person happy depends on the individual. But once they have found such a thing, which truly brings them joy, it will be hard for them to go back. One short moment, and their life is changed forever."
December 29, 3309
Those, already big, 'unique female features' of my body, had still proceeded to become larger... much, much larger, during the last three days. My hips widened so much, spreading clear past the shoulder line, and my breasts had gained... however much size it was - a lot... yet, despite their excessive nature, my brain was perfectly accepting of them. As if this was what I had always wanted, but I couldn't judge the size of my breasts easily, other than 'very big'. And the hips spoke for themselves.
Both of those two parts had reached what seemed like their biggest acceptable size on the 29th, today, but I felt an additional tightness purely around the back, when I woke up. Beyond the usual increase from just the hips generally becoming bigger. By now... even my stretchy, baggy nightwear was very tight and form-fitting, though less irritatingly than my regular pants, thanks to being made of a soft, thick fabric.
That additional tightness quickly manifested as a conscious sensation nonetheless, and I made a mental note to 'check' about it when I came out of the sleep phase. Which, owing to the effects of the 'cortical implant', was relatively quick, not that I liked waking up quickly and needing to listen to the voices of the Thargoids.
Stepping in front of the mirror... it was obvious I was even bigger. My chest, hips and the thighs looked even more oversized than the previous day, yet... something was off, felt tighter... larger, as if there was more mass, than there should have been.
I turned to my side... and found the backside specifically to have become even bigger, somehow, creating a sharper gradient, or transition, between it and the - no less respectable - thighs. Which I, somewhat, remembered as 'my' shape in the strange virtual realm of the funny head machine, as my mind liked to refer to it. Except much bigger.
The thing inside my head behind this... "expansion" of bodily features, was... so pleased, with this figure. Even though it was so big that it entirely ruined the thin, but still well-formed figure I had, before, for... this. A 'woman' with stupidly big hips and breasts, who stretched her original clothing to almost looking more like... a certain socially inappropriate thing. Where most of my belly was exposed, that much even my sleeping attire was stretched, and it conformed to the deeper curvature around the back quite nicely. I began to pose in front of the mirror... smiling again.
It was all so... perfect. Soft, comfortable, and 'right'. Almost perfectly spherically round, as close as the human body could get to it, no actual folds from fat to be seen anywhere on the body, despite the completely excessive stuffings of food I'd subjected myself to over... the last week and a half, maybe two. As if it had all gone into my chest and hips, with more focus on that lower half. And, somehow... my calves had remained practically unchanged. No bulge at the lower front of the belly was visible either, despite what nature would have dictated to be there for such a shape, leaving me with a nice, mostly flat waist.
Another feeling suddenly surfaced from my subconscious self... more negative, but not strictly so. It was... more like an impulse, telling the implant that this was more than big enough, and that any more would be 'too much'. A change which I equally felt just as much... then, I got distracted by something that could only be explained as stubborn irrationality, or irrational stubbornness. I grabbed my very original clothes and... decided to try fitting them, after struggling out of the pyjama clothing, in the bathroom.
My bra refused to even come close to fitting over the breasts, let alone connecting around the back, originally made for ones around the D cup size, if slightly above that. My shirt... resembled more of a very revealing tank top and was extremely, uncomfortably tight around the sleeves. The stretchy, but usually snug, short-like underwear for my lower half, began to struggle as soon as it started to reach the voluptuous thigh curve, getting stretched extremely thin as I kept forcing it past its natural limits. And, of course, it basically only provided indecent coverage of the backside, leaving the bottom half of it exposed, on top of going well far into its recess.
My pants were an even more hopeless endeavor. I could not get them to go past a certain point halfway up on the thighs, no matter how much I pulled and forced them up, even risking to break the zipper and tear them in the attempt to fit them where they were not meant to. Eventually, I simply gave up and sighed, pulling everything off again, with extra care applied to the shirt to not shred any of it.
Even the 'new' fit of clothing was barely adequate now, with the bra struggling to even provide basic decency, nor did it fit either, and a certain tightness spread through those parts elsewhere, namely around the back of my pants. Fitting a belt was problematic too, despite picking one with a size far bigger than what my original body needed, as was getting the zipper and button closed. And it felt like I couldn't stop my thighs from rubbing against each other no matter how much I tried, while walking. Even standing, I needed to spread my legs apart a good amount for them to not be in contact constantly.
Yet it was... just right. I somehow loved myself in this figure... beyond anything else, despite its unordinary, and possibly inordinate, nature. It did not match with my otherwise thin body at all, and somehow, that still made me like it even more. And dressed up, with the only white skin visible being the face and neck - the latter, mostly thanks to a hoodie, which covered up the cleavage that poked out of the top of the somewhat undersized shirt... but it couldn't conceal how big my breasts were.
I felt that... presence, in my head, again. Something... friendly, familiar. My eyes turned upward slightly when I began to 'chase' it within my mind, as though they were trying to look into my brain. But the presence fled... back into wherever it'd come from. And I didn't bother trying to follow it further, more distracted with my nice, round and big figure, going back to the wardrobe in the main chamber, and beginning to pose with its mirror.
The inner airlock door suddenly opened, letting in... a lone security guard, who caught me posing in front of the mirror. And they double... maybe triple-checked if what they were seeing was real, looking at my side profile, which was... quite significant, now. I took notice after a moment and turned to look, an inquiring expression on my face.
"Ah... did you ..." The guard awkwardly gestured at my even further enhanced body parts, not quite able to keep their gaze focused on my head.
I nodded, somehow, somewhere, aware that this was a person who didn't see me much, and was less aware of my 'progression'.
"Right... well, the docs would like to see you in the medbay. If you would, follow me, please."
I didn't object, though I was a little disappointed in not getting to pose in front of the mirror more. The guard reached for a comm device in their ear when they walked out in front of me.
"Security to transport and escorts. Your departure is going to be delayed by about an hour. The docs want to do run some final checks on her first, and, uh, yeah... you'll need a proper cabin installed. She's not gonna fit into a cockpit seat."
I couldn't quite hear the response of whoever they were contacting, but was caught up in daydreaming about my big body anyway.
"What do I mean by 'She's not gonna fit'?" The guard paused momentarily, gazing in my direction. "Just... don't ask about it. It'd be hard to explain, and you're probably happier to not have her in the same part of the ship as you anyway. And make sure that cabin has some big enough chairs in it."
I wondered which transport they were talking about, not realizing it was about me. Then I was in the medbay, and immediately taken in charge by two doctors. Both of them women, of course.
"Ah, there you a - " The first of the two doctors stopped short, looked me over, slightly taken aback by my form, then at the guard. "Even more?", she asked, sounding slightly incredulous.
The guard simply shrugged. "Yes, apparently."
"Well, this is just getting out of hand.", she remarked, almost exasperated. "Kasumi, please, sit down. We'll just run another test or two on you, then you're free to go again."
I followed suit, watching her... give me a lot of room to move. And heaved myself on to the examination table with ease, not that it was hard to in the low rotational gravity. Laying down, it was kind of obvious how I didn't really fit on it, my hips extending slightly past its edges. But it worked anyway. The second doctor approached me with a scanning tool, while the other looked at a monitor for its readouts.
"Brain activity is... still not back at normal, but better. Maybe another month and a half for a full recovery, but the signs look encouraging. Hm ..." The woman gave off a thoughtful sound. "Vital signs look... more normal again. No sign of any increased hormone production or tissue creation ..." She looked at me. "Has anything changed, Kasumi? Is... this where you're going to stay now?"
I nodded, as well as I could, laid down with my arms crossed underneath my very big chest. "I... think. I felt it... change, today. When I thought it was getting too... big."
"You know, if you want to, we can remove some of the tissue to make you... smaller, again."
"No. I don't want it gone. This is... good."
The look on her face said she clearly didn't approve, and maybe there was a point, as I couldn't see past my own breasts to my feet, in this position. But I was only concerned with feeling nice, big, round and soft. Maybe I had always been soft on the inside, and my outside now reflected it... in two very specific parts.
"Might not be the best idea to do that anyway.", the second doctor interjected. "It looks like her body built up the necessary muscle tissue to support and move all of that... uh, mass. And if this is how she wants to have it, her implant might just make her go right back to this... well, size, if any is removed."
"I'm not sure she's thinking it through straight. I mean, just look at her. She's so ..."
The first woman had one arm stretched out at me, with my otherwise thin body, but its breasts, hips - backside included - and thighs grown to somewhat ridiculous proportions. Yet I couldn't look happier inside it, a content expression on my face even now, at the thought of how I now was. She sighed, and shook her head.
"Whatever. She wants to have this, I won’t argue. And it does look kind of hot.” She stopped pursuing that thought. “What's the result of that blood test we took yesterday?"
"Well, other than it still being a little flooded with more hormones, compared to usual levels, it looks... right.", the second doctor replied. "Except for the ammonia in her blood stream, but it doesn't appear to be having any harmful effects, and is actively cycled into it by her... new organ. Whatever it does."
"So it is active now?"
"Seems so. But I can't really say what its purpose is, other than... hang on."
The doctor paused to think.
“Nevermind, that idea won’t work.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I was wondering if we’d have some way to test how that organ responds to the presence of… well, more, ammonia in her blood, as her body seems to be fine having it in there. Might even be using it like water.”
“Well, those Thargoid parts in her also have to stay alive somehow. But I’ll pass that idea on to Aegis HQ. They’ll probably be able to test that somehow.”
The doctor that just spoke turned to me.
“Alright, Kasumi. You can get up again.”
I turned to the side of the medical bed, or table… whatever it was, and sat there, the soft mass of my body slightly deforming to the sides in the light gravity, giving it the impression of being even bigger. And waited.
“We should probably weigh her.”, the other doctor remarked. “So there’s no… sudden surprises, when she gets back to a planet with proper gravity.”
“Not a bad idea, yeah. Come on with me.”, the first woman said, gesturing at me.
My movements were still slow… trying to get used to how I needed to handle this extra mass on my body. And being in low G likely meant I’d have to relearn what little experience I got, when returning to a planet.
I followed both doctors to somewhere else within the medical bay. Stopping when they did, I looked around… seeing little more than a scale and, presumably, a drawer with other measuring tools. The first woman turned to face me.
“Come to think of it… another measurement might be in order.”, she said, studying my very curvy frontal appearance, and the way I clearly didn’t fit into my clothing. “Could you take off your clothes, please?”
“Ok.”
I proceeded to pull off hoodie, shirt and pants, until I stood there in underwear which… looked equally non-fitting, if not off worse. And no bra.
“Uh... you're not wearing a bra?", she asked, looking more than a little surprised.
I shook my head, and replied. "It doesn't fit."
The doctor muttered something, and grabbed a simple measuring band, holding it around my hips at their widest point - which it could just barely cover - noting something down on a data pad afterward. “Yeah, that’s… about as big as I expected. I'll hold it around your chest now.”
I held still and let her do her thing with the band on my chest as well. Then I put my main clothes back on, when told that I could again, not feeling too comfortable being exposed… next to other people. My feet carried me over to the scale when I heard it mentioned. It displayed the number ‘12’.
“Okay… let’s get that down. Should be all the… wait a minute.” The second doctor tapped on her datapad a few times. “That can’t be right.”
“What is it?”, the other doc asked.
“Accounting for local gravitational conditions, matching her weight with that - ” She gestured at my big round body with a stretched out arm, not looking up. “- matches to roughly a hundred and twenty kilograms in a standard Earth environment.”
“A hundred and what?!”, the first woman exclaimed, then muttered something else. “There’s no way…” She raised her voice back up. “Double check that number. She can’t have eaten basically twice her weight in just… two weeks, was it?”
“Unfortunately, I already did, even before saying it. I’m afraid she’s that damn heavy.”
The doctor facepalmed. “This is getting more and more ridiculous by the f... minute. Are you sure the program, or something, somewhere, isn’t acting up?”
“It’s not, I just checked that. And ran the maths myself.”
“How the hell can she even be that heavy? I’d buy eighty or ninety, but this? Where does all of that even come from?”
“I mean, you can see it in front of you.”, the second doctor remarked, in a casual, nonchalant tone. “If it’s any consolation, most of the mass is at the bottom and not the top.”
“Can her body even support that much weight on it?”
“If what they say about that implant is true, it’ll have built enough muscle mass as well to let her stand and move properly. But she’ll still have to learn… re-learn how to walk properly in actual gravity.”
“Ugh.” The first woman started speaking to me. “This is bad, do you understand? You can’t stay like this. It’s going to be too p - “
“No!” I had been getting mentally defensive during the exchange and took a step backward, holding an arm in front of my - partially - covered breasts. The core Thargoid glyph on my right hand was also lit up yellow, in correspondence to my emotional state - the change plainly visible, thanks to me not wearing gloves at the moment.
“Excuse me? Have you listened to any of what we just said?”
“No. Let me have it. Please.”
“You’re not thinking straight! Your weight will have doubled, and - “
The second doctor intervened, putting a hand on the right shoulder of her colleague.
“Let it off. It’s her body, and her right to decide what to do with it.”, she told her, in a calm, but determined tone.
“I - okay. Fine. I’m getting ahead of myself anyway. She could be totally fine, for all I know.” Her tone and expression indicated she didn’t really believe in that, as she turned back toward me. “If there’s one thing I can recommend to you, wear a bra, whenever you can. You’re going to need it.”
“And preferably at an appropriate size. Looking at that new measurement we've made, her breast size is about ..." The doctor paused, as if she needed to recheck that figure herself. "32 centimeters. Or 12.6 inches, if you prefer that." Following that, the second woman muttered something else. "Not that I'd see why."
"Which is... what size, exactly? In that old lettering system."
"Doesn't quite match a letter, but it's between L and M, closer to the latter. Needless to say, they're big, but still not as much as that other part of hers."
"Pf. No wonder anyone with big breasts can't see past them to view their feet. And hell, that implant really went nuts the last few days." She paused for a moment. "Say, how heavy are those things?"
"Four and a half kilograms... each. More or less. Maybe we should introduce her to a centrifuge before she goes down on a planet. Toppling over with that... wouldn't be fun."
That was the moment where I decided to try to look past my breast, removing both their attention from talking about their weight, putting it toward observing my movement instead. And I could, in fact, not see my own feet at all past the mass of fun on my chest, unless I leaned forward just a little bit... which, of course, also provided a rather generous view of my behind for anyone in the right spot, particularly now, with undersized pants on my body. One of the two other women handed me a datapad, possibly to get me to stand straight again and be less of a distraction.
"Here. Read this. Your... measurements."
I took the pad and stopped leaning forward, though a side glance was still directed at just how much fun material was directly in front of my view, when looking down like this. The measurements, in circumference, were... 118 centimeters for my chest, breasts included, with the waist and chest unchanged to prior ones, and 171 centimeters for the hips, down where my backside was at its widest. And, of course, that presumed weight of 120 kilograms... which I kind of didn't want to know about. While I went over that, the two doctors spoke about something else.
"So... they figure out anything more about why her skin changed?"
"Not really. Seeing a completely white human is a bit odd, but I guess it works well with her eyes and hair, at least. Anyway, might be something to do with letting her walk around places the Thargoids are fine in, as well as where humans are."
"Yeah... maybe. That's what I thought of her new organ, since it seems to serve no other purpose. But Aegis'll have to test that one at their HQ if they're interested enough."
"And if they can get over how she looks now."
"Stop being so naughty. If you want such a figure, you can always try to get it yourself." The woman looked at my right hand, where, despite the snow white color of my skin, the inert glyph was plainly visible, despite its near-identical color, thanks to being made of a different, more 'solid' material than the surrounding skin, but otherwise being fairly even with it, maybe only forming a slight, barely noticeable change. "So, what about that... glyph-thing on her right hand?"
"What about it?"
"I mean, why's it glow? Human skin usually doesn't do that."
"Hell if I know. Maybe it's supposed to show her emotional state to the Thargoids or something if they can't talk together, and they modified it to be bioluminescent. But having it there is a bit pointless when she wears gloves most of the time."
"I guess it could be her own mind affecting whatever the implant's doing, so it put it there instead of on the forehead or something like that."
I got done inspecting the datapad - plus maybe a little bit of chest exploration with fingers when the 'view' inevitably distracted me too much - and spoke, facing the doctors again.
"The... guard, said, there was a transport waiting. For who is it waiting?", I asked them.
"Oh, right... that. You were going to be moved off this ship now. Or, at least, today."
"To where?"
"Duamta, back to the Aegis headquarters. But there's some... minor complications that need to be dealt with first."
"Why?"
"Oh, it's nothing serious. They're just installing a new cabin in the ship so you're comfortable." The doctor didn't quite dare add 'And so you can actually fit somewhere with your body', though the implication was somewhat there - not that my brain caught on to it.
"Is it ready?", I then asked.
"Not... yet. And you're free to go. Though you should save those measurements, will make it easier to... get new clothes, later."
"Ok." I still had the datapad in my hands, and whatever was left within my brain included my relative ease of working with technology, so downloading the data to my wrist computer was fairly simple. Then I held it out for one of them.
"Thanks. Goodbye, Kira. And good luck. You did well here."
"And take this.", the other doctor said, suddenly, holding... another bra, for me. It looked... much bigger, than anything I ever had before.
I... nodded, slowly, able to understand that I would likely never see these people again, and acknowledge the compliment, at a basic level. Feeling both gratitude and a little sadness. Then took the bra, contemplated it for a moment before putting it in the long waist pocket of the hoodie. I turned around and began to walk away... or, more like, waddle, because walking normally was a very different thing now, compared to the mental image I had of it from my once slender body. And yet the movement still emphasized how ridiculously big my hips were, in a good way, prompting one of the two doctors to sigh and facepalm again.
"What a sight. I'm not sure whether to be amazed, or find it completely fucking stupid."
"Maybe it should be both.", the other quipped at her. "Now, come on. We've still got some more refugees from the war front to look at. Plus the usual routine checks for anyone newly recovered from a pod."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Always more work to do. Almost makes me wish I was in her position and could just sit in a room all day long, being however lazy I want to be."
"Don't we all."
"I guess so." She looked after me again. "This is still so damn ridiculous. How does she manage to look so natural in that?"
The two women then returned to their respective tasks, rather than go into my current shape further, while I slowly walked back to the quarantine cell, accompanied by the guard... who couldn't quite help themselves but to keep an eye on those features of my newly enlarged body, too. Back in the room, I put on that bra, and found it to be an ok fit, but... not too good either, being slightly tight around the back. It would... have to do. For the moment.
Over the next hour, or two, quite a few people came into the quarantine chamber to pick up what personal belongings I had in it, taking the clothes and other things with them in boxes, under the curious gaze of my eyes. Most of them seemed to avoid looking my way, for one reason or another, but those that did, generally had their view focused... on areas below my face.
The guard told me to follow when it was all done. I made sure nothing was left behind and that I had everything the people moving my things didn't take. Or that there hadn't been anything forgotten in the wardrobe compartments and drawers. The shelves had remained empty during my stay, so nothing could have gotten lost there. I stopped at the airlock to look around another time, just taking the chamber itself in, with the few plants scattered here and there, that were cared for by other people too, but not mine, so they'd stay. And the bed, where I had left something of a - temporary - imprint.
"Are you ready to leave?", the guard asked. "The transport's waiting."
I turned to look at them. "... yes.", I replied after a second. There was no significant reason for me to remain too attached to the room, though I'd found it to be quite nice and cozy, its isolation fitting my needs quite well.
They nodded and began to walk ahead. On the way to that transport, following signs pointing to a 'hangar bay', many people stopped whatever they were doing to... watch. Looking at me and my 'features', some of them only staring, others talking in a low voice, giving me strange looks, and all of them keeping a healthy distance. I ignored them, mostly, and walked past. Soon, I found myself looking at... a smaller 'ship', stopping at the entrance of the hangar. There was... no memory for this, what it was, what type, or how it performed. Only the logical conclusion, that this ship was much smaller than the other one to fit inside it, presented itself. Yet, it looked... familiar, somehow. And the hull was, clearly, reinforced with additional armor.
The guard had gone ahead without me slightly, but now tried to draw my attention, to make me move forward again. Only now, I realized that I felt weightless, but my shoes felt 'stuck' to the ground. Something about magnetic soles, that I had read somewhere, but I didn't know the shoes I wore had them, until this moment. It took a little bit of force to move them off the ground, and it was a strange sensation, to walk without gravity, yet be 'stuck' to a surface.
I followed the guard into the ship, to some kind of small cabin... somewhere within it. It was relatively dim, and gentle on my eyes, otherwise very sensitive to light. While I walked forward into the cabin, just about fitting through a doorway clearly made for a single person, with little room to spare on either side, the guard stayed behind, just outside. The door closed as I stood in the middle of it, examining the surroundings. It was a simple, two person cabin at best, no special amenities present. Some chairs to sit in, with a full metal frame and cushioning, lockers, two bunks with sleeping bags, and beds if gravity was present, a window...
A mechanical noise came from the door, and it indicated that it was sealed, completely. Then a voice came... from a speaker, somewhere, in the top right of the cabin. I looked at it.
"Go ahead, make yourself comfortable.", the voice said. The... pilot, it had to be. "There should be a suit for you.... at your size, in the middle locker."
I looked in the locker and found... just that. It was simplistic, black, and clearly made for this... current, new shape of mine. And not form fitting like what I had read was the default flight suit. But it didn't seem made for any specific purpose either. I looked at it in my hands for a moment... then left it, finding another suit in that same locker, but much smaller, and in a deep black color. It was... familiar. Mine. But I wouldn't fit into this.
I left both of them there and turned away from the locker, holding a hand out to close it.
"No, no, you need to put that on. It's not safe for you to be in the ship as it flies otherwise.", the voice in the speaker said.
I rolled my eyes. I was... annoyed? A new feeling, but the memory of what it was and meant was there immediately. It was helped by me knowing why I was 'annoyed', at having to wear this when I really didn't want to. But I took it anyway and put it on. It fit quite nicely, highlighting my chest and hips without being overly tight. But I still didn't like it, how revealing it felt.
I looked through the lockers more, to distract myself. They were full of boxes, presumably with my... things, inside. I left them there and closed all three, a notable 'clunk' signifying that they were sealed properly. Then I sat down on one of the chairs... or tried to. Part of my body floated upward slightly upon making contact, needing me to hold myself down on the arm rests to stay seated. Then I shuffled around a little, finding very little space offered by the chair, despite it being wide enough to fit me.
After a minute, a comfortable position was found, and something 'clicked' to let me stay on the chair without needing to hold myself... allowing me to begin looking out to the window. Not that there was yet much to be seen, other than funny looking displays advertising things in the hangar.
"All settled in down there? Good. We'll take off soon. It'll only be about... ten, fifteen minutes, then we'll have arrived in Duamta. Relax, and enjoy the view."
The pilot's voice sounded nervous. I wondered why, but couldn't ask if I wanted to. Then I felt movement under my feet, and noticed the walls outside moving. The decor quickly transitioned from bland metal to a dark background with many dots on it - stars. And the light changed from the artificial interior lighting of the hangar to that of the local, white star, with a planet taking up a part of the view. I enjoyed it, then found myself distracted by another sensation as the ship accelerated, exerting force on my body, causing it to deform... around the hips. Very noticeably, because of all the material down there, and I heard the suit's fabric creak slightly as it shifted with the thighs.
I looked back outside, where the stars were now moving. Another ship was in view too, moving with this one. A hum spread through the hull, and a light blue glow formed around this ship, then the stars suddenly began to move a lot faster.
"We'll be underway soon. Just need to clear the planet to jump."
The 'jump' was something I felt a strange... excitement for. As I heard some kind of machinery within the ship power up, spreading a low, reverberating hum through it, and a more intense glow surrounded the ship... then it transitioned into something else. A space that... filled me with an odd comfort, even just catching a glimpse of it through a corridor merely passing through, rather than truly experiencing it. The sensation originated from the implant rather than 'me'... but it felt right. Almost... natural.
The soft orange light of a star suddenly filled the cabin, then forced me to shield my eyes as the star came into view directly, despite the darkened glass. I found a button on the chair to close the shutter temporarily, then settled into place with my hands on my thighs after another minute, just... looking ahead, leaned back. There was little for me to do for now.
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Duamta 4
High orbit
The ship was flying above a very pretty planet, mixing blues and greens, with the white of clouds. It was nice, and I had gotten a good minute to observe the view. Some of it, however, was offset by a large strip of light brown down the middle - a 'desert', as I recalled it.
"Beginning final descent now. Don't go anywhere.", the speaker in the cabin announced.
I hadn't moved from my spot since the 'jump'. But I had gotten curious and searched what it meant, coming across many informations about a 'Frame Shift Drive' that was reverse-engineered from Thargoid technology and allowed ships to cross great distances in minutes, or even seconds, through moving faster than light, or jumping through something called 'Witch Space'. The thing that I had gotten glimpses of through the tunnel that the 'FSD' carved through it to allow quick travel, and which the Thargoids seemed to be much more familiar with. It made me understand why the thing in my head felt comfortable in it.
The view changed to space, as the ship turned, but quickly became blue when it entered the atmosphere, then orange-red when fire formed on the hull. The shutter closed automatically at that point, and I began to feel weight on my body. Increasing more and more the further the ship moved down toward the surface.
A metallic creaking caught my attention. At first, I thought it was the hull, but soon, I noticed it came... from inside. The metal of the chair creaked as my began to properly exert weight on it, from the action of gravity. And I could notice it becoming heavier by the second, shifting more of my lower half's soft mass to the sides, but especially making my chest feel heavier. A lot heavier, yet it seemed to retain its round shape perfectly... possibly helped by the bra, which I was now very glad to have, rather than none, or one too small. It still felt like two heavy weights were directly attached to my chest, at the worst - or best - possible spot to create a pulling force, and the space the chair provided previously... was getting rather constraining.
Luckily, the ship was slowing down now and moving in more than a straight line, telling me it was almost at its destination. Soon, it came to a stop entirely, and I felt it shift, then steady out again, while its... engines, whirred, then quieted down. The shutter opened up again to reveal a lush field of grass outside, under bright white light, similar to that of the sun where... the big ship was located. And I now hated myself slightly for not looking at it, getting distracted by the stars of space, and the planet below it.
The view of the field disappeared when the ship moved under the ground. I remained in the chair, until it stopped, then tried to stand up. First, I had to free myself from the confines of the almost, but not quite adequate, chair, then, I stood lurched forward, an arm under my breast while the other searched for some kind of support, trying to avoid stumbling and falling forward under its heavy weight. Once I had established a fragile balance, some of my brain was able to spare a thought toward whether I should have stopped my body from getting so big, but it left it just as quickly as I felt happy with the figure, and rather wanted to get used to it.
I turned my attention to the lockers, and... by some instinct, began to pull the boxes out of them, placing them on the floor. Which the pilot of the ship apparently didn't like.
"You don't need to do that. Others are going to take care of your belongings. Go on, head outside."
I ignored it and kept taking the boxes out, arranging them in neat, perfectly aligned towers of three, one of which had my other suit placed on top, as I wanted nothing to be forgotten. Then I left the ship, taking the same path out to a front exit, into a relatively tidy hangar bay, with those same metal walls in a white color, and matching white-yellowish lighting. Nobody seemed to be waiting for me immediately outside, but that changed when I got to the threshold of a big, open doorway, that looked like it could be used to move cargo to and from a ship if needed.
A security team waited there, just beyond it. But I had my attention on something - someone, rather - rushing toward me.
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OOC - Splitting the entry into two here, because it was just getting awfully long, of only this silly fun stuff. And, psst, go check the bio! You may be surprised, shocked, or amazed. Maybe a combination of both, or possibly all three(<-- that's the bio link).