Cmdr Kasumi Goto
Role
Registered ship name
Void Gazer
Credit balance
-
Rank
Elite V
Registered ship ID
Krait Phantom IY-09K
Overall assets
-
Squadron
YKE Technologies
Allegiance
Independent
Power
Independent

Logbook entry

Trials

18 Jan 2024Kasumi Goto
January 2, 3310
Duamta 4, Aegis HQ


I woke up from a dreamless night, gently coming out of the darkness like emerging from the water following a bath. And quickly noticed the sore feeling on my lower back, which even became a little painful. I blinked a few times to let my eyes get used to the dark, quickly able to see within it like it was my native environment. Which, probably, was not too far from the truth, especially with my modified eyes. I always was something of a night animal.

Yawning, coupled with a somewhat displeased, and otherwise unintelligible sound, I shifted my body around, relieving some tension in the muscle, unable to ignore how much movement this caused in those highly enlarged parts... and noticed an odd lack of pillow underneath my waist. Closing my still weary eyes again, I went searching with the left hand, and found only one. The other had slipped out from underneath, somehow, laying to my left on the bed... where it was not very useful.

I rolled off to the side and tried to rest a little more, only to be reminded why I avoided this pose now, due to the weight on my chest getting dragged down by gravity, plus the same gap under the waist, caused by the sheer width of my big hips. So I quickly got out of the bed, despite my brain's tired objections to it... maybe I was sleeping too much. And put two hands on the spot of my back where it ached, instinctively massaging it a little. Then stretched generously, not hiding that it felt very nice to do so and provide relief to the musculature of my lower back, standing on my toes.

Dropping myself caused a quite generous bounce within my chest area, and that movement, coupled with rubbing against the quite snug fabric of my undersized sleeping garments, caused... a certain pleasing sensation to appear, spread throughout me, and... concentrate somewhere down below. Even the lower half moved, it was so big. The sensation wouldn't leave my mind, as I began to feel a certain need, or desire, to feel clean. And began to move toward the bathroom.

Possibly spurred by that strange, tingly feeling within me, I focused my mind on my figure. How it moved, arching each leg outward when taking a step, unintentionally highlighting its shape even further. How the breast shuffled around with each step, making me more... aroused. How my tight sleepwear snugly followed the details of my lower half, and kept a nice display of my chest as well, without being very tight around the center it.

I made it to the bathroom, and came out of the clothes, after sealing the door. Leaving them on the floor, I observed myself in a mirror, now entirely naked. It felt.. freeing, somehow. With my brain beginning to, finally being able to, consciously take in each and every aspect of my big, round figure, thoroughly enjoying all of it. Looking at how large my breasts were, completely out of place on such a small body, unsupported, and yet... still fitting perfectly, looking entirely natural - to me, the only place where it ultimately mattered.

I put my hands there, and lifted them slightly, from the bottom, then let them hang fully again without opposing the weight, instead simply feeling it. Watching how my hands were barely good enough to conceal their sensitive parts. And enjoying the teasing which those fingers imparted purely by making contact, without any active movement.

My gaze moved down, to my exposed hips. Their curves spreading out from the waist, to meet and entirely exceed the shoulders. How they were even less fitting, and even rounder than my upper half, yet just as... perfect, too. I could not get over it, the sight that it presented, the feelings it filled me with, almost all of them entirely positive. Even causing me to smile... a little.

I turned toward the shower. Then... took care of another biological need first, slightly wondering if I would fit on there. Luckily, despite the extra size, it was not an issue, and nothing appeared to break either.

The shower itself... was another issue entirely. I opened the door to it, and found... that my dimensions simply did not fit through it, due to the way the glass door was placed on a hinge point not quite at the edge of the 'cubicle'. I tried to squeeze past, but my hips just refused to fit, so I... turned sideways, and tried that way. I still barely had space, my breasts were basically squeezed up against the door, not to speak of what was going on around the lower, back half. So I leaned backwards to keep my chest free, which... didn't really provide any more space around my hips, and I needed to squeeze things inward a little to help matters along.

Then I was inside, blushing at the thought of how this had to look to someone else, despite the fact that I was alone. But even after closing the door, I barely had more than a few centimeters of clearance, if that, on either side of my hips, even less for the thighs... not even thinking of the back, where it seemed, almost, even worse. And I was entirely willing to put up with those inconveniences while dealing with things designed for a 'standard' human, because I just felt so... good. So... happy, inside it. The irrational side of my brain even wondered how I would deal with it, if I was so big that I took up all of the shower's space down there. If there even was a rational side to it, as some people would have called me entirely insane for thinking such a body was fine, after my 'original' shape. And I knew.

I discarded the thought - this was as big as I could get while remaining... somewhat... practical. And turned on the water, moving the shower head aside when it covered me in a cold stream. Also bumping one of the side walls in the process, followed by the closed door. Then I turned it back over to me, when I felt that it had become warm. Though the implant approved of the colder water more, I preferred this. It was just... better.

Being in a shower always had felt so... freeing, letting my wet hair cling to my skin and follow the flow, feeling the warmth of water, washing off grime, and other unwanted residues. When the stream began to run over my head, and breasts, teasing their soft, sensitive tissue more... it was enough. My fingers began to run along their shape, from top to bottom, until they made contact with the chest itself, savoring each and every moment of the touch, which spread strong sensations through every fiber of my body. Then, they moved down to the hips. Running alongside their width on the sides, that of the thighs. And followed each round curve of them, the backside, subconsciously avoiding the central spot, allowing water to be the only thing in contact with it.

The sensations those more mature parts of my brain received from this were... powerful. Almost uncontrollable, but perfect, mirroring exactly how I felt during each moment of touch. And the tingly feel down below became something much, much more intense, hot, just begging to be relieved... as my hands moved back topside and began to be less restrained. Running curves, pushing inward, feeling all of the mass and softness. While the implant... amplified those sensations tenfold, making them run strongly through each fiber of me, shivering in pleasure. And I turned the heat of the water up... just as my own did.

More and more control was snatched away from me, relegated to those primal instincts, impulses, enjoying this... act. The wayward hands moved down, to the hips, equally pushing, grabbing what part of the giant, soft mass they could find, both on the hips themselves and the thighs down below. The left one eventually returned back to teasing the breasts, pushing me ever closer and closer to the inevitable release, yet trying to hold it off, prolong this moment as long as was possible. Unintelligible sounds and moans were the only thing to exit my mouth, barely controlled in their own right. And the bumping into shower walls from those movements merely added to the height of my sensations.

Then the right hand found itself going to the spot where this... craze, this epiphany, had started, or simply finally solidified, after two days. A loud outcry later, I found myself at the bottom of the cabin, water rushing over me, half-heartedly and without energy, trying to fit my thighs into a comfortable position. Eventually giving up, I just allowed my body to regain some composure, and folded those legs up underneath it, as well as I could, holding my breasts while breathing heavily. And smiling, with my eyes closed, only half aware of the warm water running over me.

"You are... perfect.", I said to my body, not even minding that I spoke to myself.

After another five, ten, maybe even fifteen, minutes... I was able to stand up, with some support against a shower wall, after that powerful release. And cleaned myself properly, finally able to touch my body without getting dragged into an uncontrollable spiral of pleasure-induced chaos. Once I was done with that - and the necessary, difficult, yet still oddly 'fun' experience of squeezing myself back out of the shower - I dried off, my head clearing up a little from the haze, feeling... content. Somehow, this had... helped my brain heal, a little. Some part of it was starting to let signals pass through it properly, again. As if all of the pleasing sensations had caused the inactive neurons there to start firing properly again. Which was as nice to me, as it sounded ridiculous.

My priority now was... food. I slipped back into the, still too tight, sleepwear, and undid the bathroom lock, stepping out of its steam-filled confines to enter the living room. And found some simple reserves, bread, stuff to put on it, and such. A hard-boiled egg, too, thankfully with its shell cleaned to a practically immaculate state, so I didn't need to be bothered about it being dirty and nasty. While I was gathering the interesting things up - and I felt very hungry after not eating... for one, maybe two days - I heard the door open, letting Seo in. Who quickly took notice of the residual blush on my face, and the overly tight clothes. Not to mention the steam in the bathroom.

"Hey, Kira.", she greeted me. "Or do you still want Kasumi?"

"Kasumi.", I replied, while picking more stuff out of drawers. A knife, a peeler for an apple I had placed on the kitchen island... and a pot for some stuff I wanted to make, later. Once I'd gone through that initial food. It was somewhere in the afternoon locally, so it worked.

"Are those clothes... not a little tight for you?"

I stopped what I was doing and looked. Knowing she was referring to my nightwear. "... yes. But I was waiting to be brought... something... bigger."

"Oh, so that's probably what's on the table there." Seo pointed at the small, knee-height table placed between the wall TV and a couch, from which most of the pillows were absent. A box was placed there now.

"I... didn't see.", I replied, and closed a drawer to sit down, on a funny spinning chair with back support, and thankfully no arm rests. I wouldn't fit on one with them, unless specifically made for me. Trying to not get my breasts in the way too much, I began to prepare the bread with some funny looking meat spread, and some extra sausage on top. Both things that I 'knew' I liked, quite a lot, when combined. It also kept me distracted from that desire to blush due to her asking about the tight clothing.

"So... what did you do in there?", she then asked, pointing toward the bathroom. "It looks like a sauna."

"I... had... fun.", I replied between bites, making the fading blush return.

"Oh. Right." Seo wasn't going to say it outright, but the expression on her face said enough to say that she realized. "What are you going to eat?" Her look was directed at the, currently, empty pot.

"I was going to make... noodles. With... grated cheese, maybe. Cream, and meat, inside."

"Do you need help with it?"

"No. I can ..." Pain suddenly, and unexpectedly shot through my head, making me flinch and hold a hand to it. "... make it alone."

"Is... something wrong?" Seo looked worried.

"No.", I quickly replied, rubbing a hand across the spot on my head which felt painful. "Something... hurt. Then went away."

"Right. Your headaches. Not much I can do about those.", she said in a low voice, then raised it again. "Do you have painkillers anywhere here?"

"I... have not looked." I bit into the bread again, only to find there was just a sliver left now. I picked the next one up, and prepared it for consumption.

"You had some here before. They shouldn't be gone." She sighed, seemingly moving on from that subject in her head. "So... do you think you're ready to do those tests Alba wanted you to, today?"

I nodded, after biting a piece of bread off. It was relatively fresh, thankfully. "I... think. But I want to eat, first."

"Of course. I was not going to drag you along to it now."

I wasn't sure what else I had to say, for now, so... I remained quiet, and focused on the task of eating, while Seo observed. Putting a few bread slices into me, more than usual for... what used to be a thin body. And I was still hungry. Only then did I remember that I'd set the water in the pot to heat up quickly, while I was eating the bread, and it risked to spill everywhere now, already boiling for a few seconds.

I swivelled around on the chair and hopped off to try preventing as much damage as I could, but was caught completely off-guard by the way the weight on my chest reacted, making what was supposed to be rushing over to the other side to switch off the heat and then restart it at a lower level into a hopeless, slow stumble with an arm under the breast, the other searching for support on the 'island'. Matters were, equally, not helped by my thigh size further turning running into stumbling helplessly, and so Seo was there quicker despite moving later than I did. She was also already wiping some of the mess off before I'd caught myself and stood... relatively... stable, again, though still using the right hand as support.

"I think you do need some help.", she remarked, keeping a side eye on me, while turning the heating element back on, at an appropriate level.

I just didn't respond, annoyed, shaking my head lightly while moving the left hand to the corresponding knee, after removing the arm from under my chest.

'Really need to get used to this.', I thought to myself, realizing that I was, mostly, very much still stuck in thinking my body was normally sized. But an adjustment period was always going to be necessary, with how quickly it had changed.

I moved to a drawer where I'd found the noodles I was interested in, earlier, still feeling... oddly hungry, despite the four or five pieces of bread already in my belly. There seemed to be an odd amount of room in it, for what it was supposed to be. And moved next to Seo, trying to avoid bumping her as I opened the package and dumped about half of it in the pot. There was still enough water left to cook... which was one relative success. My attempt to not bump into her was not so successful, prompting her to give me a bit more room, and for me to look over to her.

"... sorry.", I said, in a low, shy tone.

"It's okay.", she replied, visibly trying to not make me uncomfortable, observing me stirring in the pot, trying to move the right arm so it didn't clash with the breast... as much as was possible to avoid. "You're still getting used to... that body. And you're sure you don't need help with it?"

I, this time, replied in a firm, more audible tone. "No. I want to do it. Myself."

And if it was just to prove that I could. It was simple to make anyway, though I forgot to set a timer for a few minutes, and the pasta came out a little soft for my liking, but not enough that they were completely squishy, so still good enough. I knew they needed to be dumped in a sieve or something similar to let the water run off, so I'd at least found where they were, if forgetting to set it up beforehand due to getting distracted. While I was sprinkling some cheese over my simple cream and ham mixture in the noodles generously, Seo asked me about it.

"Is this one of your favorite foods?"

I replied by nodding, and filled my mouth with a spoonful of the tasty dish, neither devouring it, nor taking an eternity to finish it, just... eating simply, taking my time. Seo looked at the package of cheese that I had near me, occasionally unable to stop a glance from going toward my lower half, sprawled out even more thanks to the weight resting on it... a feeling that I, oddly, enjoyed, as if sitting on a cushion... but quite literally created by my own body. She then put the 'pecorino', or sheep milk cheese, back near me when my left hand reached for, and found it absent. There were only two types that I liked, this one recently more so, due to having a bit more of a hearty taste, thanks to the salt within it.

When I finished eating, I tried to load everything I could up on the plate to carry back with me, except for the pot, yet... I couldn't figure out how to do that properly, because my oversized breast just got in the way of stacking things in that manner. I still tried, but Seo stopped me before I committed, and would likely drop something.

"Let me do that for you. Go ahead, get dressed. I told them you'd come today, and it'll be faster."

"... okay.", I replied, falling back into the low, soft tone that still marked most of my speech now. As if, for one reason or another, my brain wanted me to keep it like that, rather than... speak more normally. Then I headed over to my bedroom, taking the box, closing the door behind me. First, I unpacked the new nightwear, which looked... quite adequate. But rather than just throw the old one aside, I decided to fold it up and keep it too, after undressing.

I slipped into the lower underwear first, more interested in keeping my hips covered faster. Then, I tried another bra, but for some reason its strap was too tight, when the rest of it was fine. So I decided to not wear that one, and left it on the bed, picking the one I'd worn... yesterday, it was that I had received it. Slipping into the pants again was easy, but the shirt still required some convincing, to get its waist section over my breast, which had already molded a quite distinct shape at chest level - which I didn't mind, as it showed it off quite nicely without being very tight or revealing cleavage, but the reality of my body meant that it would always be a struggle to get it pulled where it was meant to be. Because it has to be relatively narrow at waist level, and fit snugly around the chest itself, yet needed to be quite spacious around the breast, also resulting in... a rather peculiar shape, even prior to being worn.

I decided to wear no hoodie, only putting on my black, full-hand gloves, finalized by simple, black sneakers. All of my clothes were still black, unlikely to change... ever, from this point on. Or, at least, I had only seen black clothes for me so far. And any hoodies that I had were undersized, not fun to wear. I would need new ones, made with a custom size, too, but only basic things had been provided for me... here.

Coming back out, Seo was just done cleaning the pot and returning it to where it belonged. She looked up, when hearing me come out. The sensation of my belly being nice and full was just about setting in, but now was not a moment to be lazy… as much as I wanted to just drop myself on the bed. A space that was now also less comfortable, due to all my added size.

“Ready to go?”, Seo asked me, though she knew the answer already.

I nodded, and we left the little, three room apartment. Now, there was a guard outside. Or maybe a second one, too, currently further down the corridor. They both... looked, or maybe stared, as I came out, but I didn't mind. Or not enough to be bothered by it, at least, instead quietly following Seo, going down stairs. Eventually, reaching a door that seemed to go nowhere.

"Where does this go?", I asked, suddenly quite curious.

"Leads to those tunnels I was talking about yesterday.", Seo replied. "Unless you want to go outside. Sun's out, but still a little hot maybe."

I stood there for a moment, pondering, arms hanging down to the sides of my body as well as they could. "I think... tunnels. I prefer tunnels."

She nodded. "Come on, then."

Seo opened up the door, which led into a narrow corridor at a downward slope. Thankfully, there was... only one person there, going the opposite way, and they were quick to move aside to the opposite wall, almost trying to press against it, while equally staring in shock-like bewilderment, and amazement... at me, of course. Then the space opened up and it was almost like magic, to me, or my rebuilding brain. It was, really, just a long, wide-ish underground corridor to walk around in on foot, or for smaller, open-topped, one-person vehicles to move around in. But it was... strangely nice for me to be in and I looked everywhere that I could, sometimes inspecting boxes placed around here and there, in what looked like intersections. I didn't quite understand my own fascination with the tunnel network, but wanted to explore it... later. For now, I was so absorbed with it that I didn't speak with Seo at all, on the way to... wherever we were going.

People also stared, or at least many heads turned whenever I passed. A level of attention that was odd, for me, being relatively antisocial, and yet... I actually liked it, now, knowing why they were looking - my big body, it had to be... and maybe also my very unusual skin coloration. And... I was beginning to be aware of how 'weighty' it seemed to be, feeling each movement of a thigh as I took a step forward, yet it didn't feel like it was. Maybe because of the way all the mass was concentrated in two specific parts, and I mostly only felt the weight of it on the chest. Which, in its own right, seemed to shift around with each step, even a light one, slightly bouncing up and down despite the bra supporting it. Yet even that was nice, just further emphasizing how nice and big I was, and how good I felt in it.

Walking, itself, was... still a little artificial, or so it felt. The wide outward arc I needed to move the legs in to get the thighs to move comfortably, which further highlighted how round my lower half was, still seemed a little, off, because it was so... strange, having to walk like that. Yet whenever my brain reverted back to the 'normal' style of walking, it was quickly reminded why I was trying, and needed to try, adopting a new way, because then my thighs very irritatingly rubbed against one another all the time, which was reduced to being tolerable with the new walking. Although secretly, I somewhat liked the sensation, too, within limits.

After... some time of walking, maybe thirty minutes thanks to my still slow pace, the tunnel began to go upward and narrowed again. I'd barely paid attention to where it was we were going, most of my attention focused on... sensations. The people watching, some of their gazes approving, some dismayed, others holding a mixture of both. A few were suspicious of me, more than anything, but I'd ignored them, because... I knew, I was not controlled by anything but me. And I intended to prove I was not a puppet for the Thargoids, any longer.

The tunnels themselves had, of course, also drawn my attention, with a good amount of nooks and crannies to look into, some of which I wanted to investigate badly, but didn't, knowing I was being waited for... elsewhere. Which hadn't entirely stopped me from leaning over some crates here and there, attracting even more looks because of the view that that provided, or leaning into open doorways, to be pulled along by Seo. Or, as well as she could still pull me along, when those distractions struck. The rest of my attention had been dedicated to walking, and occasionally watching where she went, so that I didn't get lost, barely noticing the signs pointing to different parts of the whole complex.

Now, we were... at a 'hospital', apparently. Or so the sign said, at least. And more stares shot my way as soon as I entered behind Seo, with us quickly getting directed further into the building, passing... many different sections which I wasn't sure what they were for, not remembering, or knowing. Maybe it wasn't important. There didn't seem to be much happening either, in this hospital. Or whatever the building was, as it appeared to have a 'research wing' too, for... other purposes, than just helping people recover. Maybe it shared a building with a laboratory.

This research wing was where we were headed, and I felt like asking Seo something while on the way, trying to go next to her. But even her relatively moderate pace was too quick for me, right now. Thankfully, she slowed down.

"Do you want to ask me something?", she inquired, visibly curious.

"Yes, I - ... I want to know why people always want me to leave so fast. Like, back there ..." I vaguely looked behind us, in the direction of the reception, but remained largely focused on the ahead, and where I was putting each foot, to not trip on my own thighs. The tone made it obvious I felt a little... dismayed, unhappy at the idea that it had to do with me.

"It's... nothing to do with you.", Seo was quick to reply, looking to reassure me. "They don't mean it personally. Seeing you like this just... takes some getting used to. And it's a little distracting, so it's better if you don't get watched by everyone for too long, just so they can work easier."

"Oh."

I wasn't sure I felt too convinced. Seo turned left shortly after entering the research wing, leading me into... a place with monitoring equipment, and a strange testing chamber. Currently, only one person in a white labcoat was there, but a few others quickly showed up, when the first scientist turned around to look.

"Ah, you're here. Good.", they remarked, and... studied my appearance, from top to bottom, seeming awfully... unsurprised. Maybe he had been warned beforehand, about... how I looked. "We were just going to run two simple tests and take a blood sample. Are you ready?"

I... nodded, not knowing what to answer with. The scientist nodded in return.

"Follow me, please. It might be better for you not to wear your clothes... for one part of the tests, at the very least."

I obeyed, not... seeing much of an objection point. And was given a light protective 'suit', for lack of a better word, leaving only the face exposed, with instructions to wear it above the naked body, not even underwear beneath. Tighter than my clothes, at least, a little bit. It was not too pleasant for letting my breasts hang more than I liked, either, but it would only be a few minutes, they said. The 'suit' contained a device for monitoring vitals, blood stream composition, whatever else it did. And first, I was taken to a simple testing station. A syringe with... nothing, in it, lay there. And I kept my eyes on it. I never liked needles much.

"That's for later.", the scientist said, while one of their colleagues did... something. Preparing a different, smaller syringe. Filling it a very small amount, from a container which oozed some kind of substance that immediately vaporized, out. I kept my eyes that way, while listening.

"We're going to introduce a small amount of nitrogen into your blood stream directly. Nothing to be concerned about - at those levels, it won't pose a hazard."

"Why?", I decided to ask, slowly saying the word.

"You might be aware that you have a new organ in your body ..." I nodded, to confirm, while they continued. "... and one of the medical team from the rescue megaship believes it may be responsible for regulating the ammonia content within your blood directly, as opposed to it getting eliminated from the body before it can seep into it. This test should allow us to see if nitrogen - one of the substance's components - in your blood, is converted into ammonia by that organ, using hydrogen molecules. At worst, some of your blood's water will be used, and the oxygen repurposed to keep your cells alive."

I couldn't pretend to fully understand, as the chemistry knowledge within, or provided by, the implant, was... lacking, at best, currently. So I just nodded, as if to say I did, having understood at least the basic idea of it. I felt a light pinch on the left arm, then... nothing more, as if nothing had happened, the small entry point of the needle healing up almost immediately under the guidance of the implant. The two scientists began to monitor feedback from... something, on a screen.

"Confirming feed... looks like monitoring is working. No change yet."

"Give it a few more seconds. Once it notices the presence of the nitrogen, something should happen. I already suspect it uses ammonia produced by her liver to sustain the Thargoid parts of her, so this kind of 'opportunity' should be taken by it as well."

A few seconds passed. I felt... something funny somewhere in the lower half of my waist, which seemed to reflect on the screen too.

"Vitals are changing slightly. Something is happening."

"Keep watching it."

A minute of silence, until the assisting researcher spoke again.

"Reading slightly elevated presence of ammonia compared to the blood test we received." The monitor readings cut off abruptly. "And... her immune system destroyed the monitoring probe."

"We got the readings we needed. Take a sample of her blood, then we proceed with the second test, now that we know this is what it does."

"What is... the 'second test'?", I inquired, while the assistant pulled some of my blood out with a different syringe. It... didn't hurt, this time, and the blood looked not much different to that of an ordinary human.

"Your resistance to cold. As it looks like the Thargoids modified your skin further, it might be of interest to see how your body responds to it now. If you'll accept, of course - all of this is on voluntary basis."

"... okay.", I replied in a low tone, not too sure whether I wanted or didn't want to commit. Maybe, I simply believed they wouldn't put me through any tests they weren't certain I would come out unharmed from.

"Go ahead and enter the test chamber. You can sit down in it if you'd like."

A chair was placed in the center of it, I could see from here. The chamber itself was isolated by an airlock, and as I approached it, I overheard the two scientists talking.

"If you're going to lower temperatures to below the boiling point of ammonia, won't that be an issue with the water in her blood?"

"In theory, it shouldn't, as the mixture of water and ammonia will keep the freezing point of water low enough to prevent any complications. As it will for the ammonia. Not to mention the internal heat of her body, while the plan is only to lower it to about zero degrees... Celsius, of course."

"... and what's that in Fahrenheit?"

"Uh... give me a sec." A brief pause followed that. "Thirty-two degrees. And remind me why, when humanity decided on a universal temperature for stars, planets and other bodies, it just had to be Kelvin?"

"Beats me. But then I don't understand why you're using Celsius."

"Just like I don't why you're using Fahrenheit. It makes about as much sense as the British deciding to use metric for most units in measurement but still keeping some of it in Imperial. And don't get me started on the old US."

"Yeah, uh... you know what, nevermind. So, how fine is she going to be in there?" The scientist looked at the testing chamber, which I was now near, waiting... for nothing apparent. "I mean, isn't the free oxygen in her blood going to be an issue?"

"It shouldn't be. Some of it is sealed off in her blood cells, while the rest that is diluted in her blood should be used up, or eliminated, quickly enough to not pose an issue. If the Thargoids didn't just build a solution in for it already. And once it's removed from the system, it won't be a significant issue to anybody. Theoretically, those same cells, if modified accordingly, should also be able to carry... whichever gas it is Thargoids and other ammonia organisms breathe in. Assuming they wanted her to walk freely in their ships, anyway."

I finally figured out there was actually a button to open the outer airlock door and stepped inside. The inner door opened right as the outer closed too, if just because there were no pressure, composition or temperature differentials to the exterior. And... I ran into my first problem. Whoever had chosen the chair evidently hadn't been told of me or my new form, because... it had arm rests. So I couldn't sit in it, as much as I tried - whichever way I approached the problem, my hips just had no space to slip in. Eventually, I gave up, and attracted the attention of one of the researchers by waving at them, visible through the glass. Then I pointed at the chair and shrugged.

It took them a moment of scratching their head to realize what I was trying to point at. And I saw them talk to their colleagues outside. A few minutes later, one showed up, with... a simple stool, in typical impromptu scientific improvisation, taking the chair out with them, before I had much of a chance to say anything.

So I sat down on that, still quite consciously aware - and, in a weird way, fond - of how that spread more of the mass on my 'rear' out to the sides. Quickly, I got carried away by it having wheels and being able to spin, which also equally quickly resulted in me getting very dizzy, after which I chose to sit still for a moment. It had to be quite an odd view, watching an adult - one with such oversized proportions, at that - be caught in a child-like enjoyment of a spinning stool with wheels. Then I heard an announcement on a speaker.

"Chamber sealed. Cooling sequence started."

A readout currently showed 22... maybe it was 23 before, and it slowly ticked down over quite a few minutes, until it reached ten degrees. Then it stopped there, for a moment, with the air feeling a little... chilled, maybe, but still entirely tolerable. Or at least it was now - I had some memory of not liking temperatures at any point below 15 C too much, yet I was no longer bothered by it.

"Starting second phase. Lowering to: Five degrees."

I definitely began to feel the chill now... and something else. The strange new organ within me properly starting up, causing all kinds of funny sensations within that area... just for a moment, before they - mostly - faded away.

"Registering a more noticeable change in vitals, and changing blood mixture. That organ is definitely beginning to work."

At a temperature of 8, I saw another screen light up where I could view it from, displaying some information about my 'vital signs', and a little extra. A number with an 'H' in front of it was slowly ticking down, while the one with an 'N' was ticking up. They equalized at 90 and 10 respectively, at 5 degrees C. I could now see my breath clearly... for a moment, before it disappeared again.

"Phase Two complete. Are you feeling all right in there?"

I nodded, only to realize, maybe I was out of view due to my non-centered positioning. So I answered aloud.

"Yes."

"Hm... okay. Starting third phase. Dropping to zero C."

The chill began to bite a little more, and then... the sensation disappeared, making me comfortable again. I did, instead, feel the organ somewhere in the lower reaches of my waist, near the liver, becoming more active again, almost as if it was... pumping, or rapidly changing something within it. And the numbers on the screen by the H and N changed more quickly, in increments of three per degree of temperature. After the first two, I got distracted, toying around with the stool instead, oddly amused by how rolling and spinning with it caused various, almost funny types of movement on my chest. Then the activity in my body ceased, again.

"Phase Three complete. Blood mixture... three quarters water, one quarter ammonia. No adverse effects. I think that's a successful experiment."

I didn't feel... anything, or nothing particularly exciting, at least. As if I knew this was possible even before, already. Instead, I stood up, and asked something.

"Can I go now?"

"Not quite yet. Please wait in there for another while. We'd like to take another blood sample and return the temperature to normal. That should also give your body a moment to normalize again."

"Why?"

"It'd feel a little hot. And the ammonia in your blood would not respond well to getting heated up to room temperature, in the quantities that it is currently present."

"I don't understand."

"Please look at the monitor with your vitals again. It should explain it."

I decided to follow that request and looked, in a little more detail. Nothing had changed, but there was one new readout showing body temperature... and it was at zero degrees C. Yet I felt no different to... normal. I sighed, and sat back down.

"Why is it fine... 'normally'? And not now?", I asked, a little annoyance slipping into the tone. The glyph on my hand changed color to a slight yellow tone reflecting that emotion, too.

"It's... to do with the quantity. If sufficiently diluted, having ammonia in your blood is no issue as that will prevent it from evaporating within your body. Unfortunately, with a quarter of the water inside the stream replaced by ammonia, there's no guarantee that would still work. And with your body temperature this low, you'd be rather uncomfortable in what general room temperature is, for us."

"... okay."

The inner airlock door opened, letting in a person with full protective gear. I observed as they walked closer, hands placed on my thighs, and didn't move while they took some of my blood. Its color was noticeably different from the usual red, though still dominated by the color. I wondered what they planned to do with it other than analyze its contents, but quickly dropped the thought when I realized it was less important to me than the researchers. And, whatever the results were, they would likely make little difference to me.

I spent a little longer in the testing chamber while the temperature slowly rose back to 'normal', as did that of my body, mostly rolling around or spinning on the stool. When I came back outside, once all the values had returned to normal within... an hour, maybe, I heard the main researcher for this test, and the same assistant, talking.

"So, how does that whole hybrid thing work anyway? I mean, how do you even get to keep the cells alive when they share those completely different types of DNA, without one or the other dying?", the assistant wondered, briefly glancing at me.

"Well, the hydration might be assured through transferring ammonia into the parts of her cells that are... not human, through an isolated conduit, perhaps. Or it is carried there through nanomachines within her, providing that they're used by the implant, such that the water does not burn and destroy the ammonia structures, or the other way around. Or maybe it’s the combination of both types of genetic material that ensures neither substance is acidic any longer.”

The scientist paused in their response to the assistant.

"As for their energy needs... it's likely quite simple. When her body is operating within an oxygen-rich environment similar to Earth's, the cells use it to create energy and share it with their other half, or those pieces of non-human material spread throughout them, as I doubt the spread is perfectly even and separated between two halves. And it works that same way around in an ammonia biosphere, or on a Thargoid ship. Given that her physical dimensions haven't changed, the energy needs should... " They glanced at me. "... well, until recently, they would have been the same, ignoring the demands imposed by her brain being connected to their hivemind."

Seo had been keeping a close eye on the proceedings throughout the two trials, seemed very eager to see me come out of it in one piece. But something about the way she looked at me was off.

"Is... something wrong?", I asked her, not aware of any problems.

"Maybe... you don't want to keep wearing that... suit.", she replied, holding the right hand out, roughly toward the center of my body, prompting me to look down. And I was still wearing that light protective outfit.

"Oh."

I turned around and, still at a slow pace compared to the ordinary walking speed of a human - when they weren't in any kind of rush to go anywhere, just moving around in relaxed manner - went back over to the small cabin I'd used to change, putting my clothes back on. Nobody seemed to care about running any kind of test on the glyph on my hand, though I vaguely overheard someone talking about its bioluminescent properties, and how it could possibly be of use for primitive communicating with a Thargoid, like the doctors on the rescue megaship, while I returned to Seo. She remained quiet until we were out of that... lab, it probably was.

"I hope that's the last time they run this kind of test on you.", she openly remarked.

"Why?", I asked, confused. "It was fine."

"I still don't like it. What if they're wrong about something and you don't react well to it?"

I shrugged. "I... think, they know. When it is fine, and when it is... not. They ask if I want to take part, always."

"How do you know? Isn't this the first time they ran any tests on you since you came back?"

The partially absent thought loop in my head got interrupted by that mention, making me search in my head. There was... a new set of, ironically, older memories, present now.

"I... remember. They did tests on the megaship, too. But, I... recall, now. From when I was here, before." I pointed at the ground, meaning, the planet itself.

"I guess... that can't be bad. Come on, there's one more place they wanted me to take you today."

"Where?", I wondered, out loud.

"In the hospital. 'Light physical training', they said. No details."

"O-kay ..."

Part of my brain felt... oddly engaged in the interaction, as if part of it was finally beginning to break free of the lethargic hold that the recent damage was keeping it in. Even speaking in a... relatively normal voice. But the momentum that was there suddenly just... stopped, as if it'd hit a wall, and the excitement that I felt evaporated in an instant, when the conversation just didn't continue. It made me feel... really disappointed. Something that, apparently, didn't elude Seo, prompting her to stop and turn around.

"Is something wrong, Kira?", she asked, in a prudent tone.

"No, but... I... wanted to talk. And ..."

I just sighed loudly, and let my head hang, not even bothering to remind her that I wanted to be called Kasumi. Sensing that I now no longer wanted to talk, Seo began to move again, and I followed her like a puppy which had just been told off, barely trying to walk 'correctly' for my body's shape. It was as if my mood for it had just left me completely. Then we were in... some doctor's office, connected to another room, in which I could see a few workout items, even with my head kind of, or mostly, pointed at the ground... what little I could see of the ground, given the view of my generous 'chest mass'.

"Hello.", the doctor, a male, judging by the voice, said, then noticed me with my current... pose. "Is today not good? There's no rush."

"It - "

I lifted my head and spoke up, interrupting Seo before she could say much. "No. I... I just want to do this. And go back. To... my 'apartment'."

Seo looked at me disapprovingly, but also appeared to know better than to try arguing, and stepped to the side.

"If you're convinced, come with me.", the doctor said, holding out an arm in the direction of the adjacent room. "It'll just be some minor physical trials."

"It is... fine.", I replied, and began to walk over there. Trying out a slightly faster pace, as if my brain wanted to burn some of its negative energy on that... or figure out how to walk faster if I wanted to storm off somewhere in an annoyed way. It was only moderately successful, when I didn't even yet know how to properly keep to the cycle, of not making overly big thighs clash, even at a slow pace.

The items in the room were some basic weight lifting gear - actually heavy weights, not just simple warmup or starter gear that weighed one or two kilograms - a... ladder, which I wasn't quite sure to the purpose of, a treadmill, and some more things I didn't recognize. A kind of, bench, or examination table, was also present, tucked into a corner. Maybe it was both. The doctor had gone over to the weights first, so I'd followed him there.

"Please, try a few of these. Go as far as you believe you can go, with your... right arm.", he prompted me. "You are right-handed, yes?"

I nodded, and picked up a small weight, bending down to do so. Of course, that would provide... quite the view, to both occupants in the room, but I really didn't care that much. Or maybe wanted them to look, a little. The weight proved to be an effortless task to lift even with just my right arm, except for the slight detail of my big breast interfering with the movement, making me hold my arm away from it at an angle. I then picked up the two kilogram weight, and... the doctor momentarily interrupted me.

"Can you take your shirt off for this, please?"

I wasn't quite sure why... but did it anyway, struggling out of the shirt while keeping the gloves on. Then, I continued... relatively assured that this doctor would remain in the doctor's task and not get any funny ideas. Especially since, like this, there was a lot of exposed cleavage on display, bra or no bra. Then again, a part of me did enjoy to imagine the view for... an external observer.

I still didn't feel much with that 2 kg weight. Skipping right to the fiver, I began to feel a noticeable resistance. Six and seven were still alright, thanks to my various augmentations, but the ones above that, I began to strain, and the ten kilogram weights made me realize that around there appeared to be my stopping point, using just the arm to lift. There could only be so much strength in an arm of that size, as opposed to both, or the whole body to bear the weight. The doctor nodded, noted something down on a datapad, and gestured at the... examination table.

"Please, sit down on the edge, up to your knees. And take your... pants, off, too."

I looked at Seo. She seemed to understand, and walked away. I took off my shoes, then the pants, and sat down on the edge of the examination table, placing my hands to either side of my hips, letting the calves dangle from it. The doctor pulled out a funny... metal bar, with a round circle attached to its end, from a drawer.

"I'm going to hit on your knee with this to trigger a response from your muscle. Rest assured, this isn't harmful. I just need to do it to determine the flexibility of your legs."

I just nodded, being a little... unsure, about what this meant, not remembering if it had ever been done before. Not even the implant seemed to know. We both received the answer when the knee received a solid whack at a very specific spot, which caused the calf to move, and left a funny feeling behind in the muscle.

"Ow!"

"Sorry. I'll have to do that with the other as well."

"It... was not painful.", I added, trying to rectify the incorrect impression. "But... not expected."

"Ah."

He proceeded to repeat the same with the other leg. I didn't really like how that left the muscles feeling, even if it didn't hurt.

"Okay, now lift your thighs up, separately. First, fully laid down on the table, then sat, and finish while standing."

I did as ordered, doing my best to hold those big thighs up, as far as seemed possible, in each of the respective positions. I struggled the most while laid, partly because of the weight on my chest, but also the odd angle at which the body rested, in such a position. And, despite the added muscle from the implant... there just seemed to be a physical limit of how far I could bring them up before my body's soft material refused to bend further, beginning to feel extremely resistant once the knee moved roughly past the ninety degree angle. And it made the doctor frown a little, making me unsure about the result.

"Hm... step on the treadmill, please. Last test for today."

"Can I... put my clothes back on?", I asked, already not feeling too great, being exposed in my underwear. Even though, with the snug, stretchy short-esque coverage, for my lower half I was as 'concealed' within it as I could get.

"Not yet, I'm afraid. I need to see how your body's muscles move around. And maybe put some shoes on for this. What's your size?"

"Okay. And, 42, or... 43. I think."

The doctor handed me some appropriate sport shoes of size 43, which... felt like it fit just right. I moved on to the treadmill, which turned on at a... slow pace, even for my current standard, barely requiring effort. Ramping up slightly, slightly past my current comfortable speed, I could keep up relatively well, only occasionally needing to reach for the support bar to stabilize myself again. The doctor moved around to observe me from every direction at both steps, and I was equally filled with enjoyment as well as annoyance at how noticeable, and bouncy, my breast movement felt, even at a slightly faster walking speed, which was easily just a regular walking pace.

The next step-up, to a little more fast-paced walk, like being slightly late for a train, but without needing to jog or run yet, turned out to be a... little too much, already. I managed a few seconds of it then lost either the cycle and tripped over my thighs, or balance, or did both, and quickly grabbed the handle bar before anything worse happened, only narrowly avoiding hitting that bar - and the hands on it - with my big breast. Though, a part of me thought I would have managed to enjoy it... somehow. The doctor stopped the treadmill after seeing that near-accident, too.

"... maybe running is out of the question for now.", he remarked to himself in a low voice, but I heard it anyway, given already sensitive, and on top of that further modified, hearing. Then he looked at me. "You can step off. Just one more thing - come to the scale with me. Just take the shoes off again, beforehand."

I slowly moved off the treadmill, and used my feet to remove the sport shoes from them. Then put myself on the scale, which gave off a lot of very dangerous creaking, quickly approached red numbers, and... stopped at 156.

"156... that's almost at this thing's limit. Recalculation for local gravity ..." He tapped on the datapad a few times. "120 kilograms. Just like they said." The doctor looked at me directly. "We're done for today."

I felt glad for that, and moved off the scale, which... seemed to sigh in relief, just as my mind sighed at not having that ridiculous, but also grounding, number, in my view. Picking the clothes up, I sat on the examination table, fighting with the shirt first. I liked the breast and the way it showed in the bra, but not as much when other people were able to watch it. The doctor spoke again once my head poked out of the shirt's top, by which point the breasts had settled from being subjected to the pulling force.

"I won't lie to you, those results aren't too great.", he started, pausing a second, then continuing when I didn't reply and just looked, pausing my re-dressing. "Your arm musculature appears to be improved over what you had before, though not by an extreme amount, and there's nothing to say about your calves. Your thighs, however ..." He stopped speaking again, looking at the datapad, then theatrically lowered the arm holding it. "Well, there's no real way around it. You lost quite a lot of mobility there because of all the extra mass. It's down to fifty, maybe fifty-five percent of the flexibility they should, or used to, have."

"I... hoped... it would be better.", I replied. "How can I... make it better?"

"To be honest? I'm not sure you can, just because of physical limitation, at that... size, and your implant's already formed a lot of muscle to support it all. Maybe you can push it up to sixty, or sixty-five if you practice how to move around a lot. Seventy or higher is a stretch, but I'm willing to give it the benefit of a doubt."

"I... already am. Trying to move... properly." I made something of a gesture with my right arm, trying to show how I was attempting to handle my big, widened form better.

"It's a start, but you'll need to learn a lot more with that figure if you even want to get slightly close to anything you were able to do before. Do you have a VR device, by any chance?"

"I... do. Yes."

"Then you should practice there. I'll send you a list of programs to try out, ranging from simple exercices to combat against virtual opponents in self-defense scenarios. Which, I'm sure, you'll appreciate knowing - your body is going to attract a lot of attention from individuals you'd rather not have the attention of."

"Okay. I... will." Some of that information was unwelcome. But I appreciated getting reminded that I could use the device to train without having to embarrass myself... in reality, with other people. "... thank you."

"You're welcome, but it's my job to help people, and you clearly need it. Also, be sure to repeat what you learn in that virtual space in the real world, too, to make sure the lessons and experience hold. Maybe even visit a few courses that are locally offered, or invite other people to try helping you, into your virtual space."

I nodded, finished putting my pants back on, and slipped my feet back into the shoes, now more actively noticing how much my thigh mobility felt restricted, going upward with them. And I couldn't even blame too tight clothing for it. At least I knew better now why I had to bend my upper body forward so much, and practically have my breast in contact with the thighs, to reach my feet. Seo also came back in at that moment.

"Are you done torturing her?", she asked, in a somewhat joking tone.

"For now.", the doctor replied, straightening, and dusting his hands off in theatrical manner. "It's as bad as it looks."

"I guess I'll just need to keep bugging her to train up. If she wanted that body, she can work for it."

"Oh, she'll have to work, believe me."

"Can I... go now?", I chose to ask. "I want to go back. To the apartment."

"Of course. As I said, we're all done here.", the doctor told me. "Unless you want to try the treadmill again."

I didn't even need to think, only giving off the semblance of doing so for a second. "... no."

"Then you're discharged. Enjoy the rest of your day."

I hopped off the examination table... once again forgetting that I was not lightweight any longer, and got dragged forward by the sheer weight on my chest. Luckily, some support in the form of the treadmill's side handles was more conveniently within reach, this time.

"And remember to learn that your body is not light any more. Plus the displaced center of weight."

I just gave off an annoyed sound and pushed off, easing the task of balancing myself out that way. And, of course, the bra had slipped slightly due to the shirt getting pulled over it, making me fumble around within the shirt to get it adjusted again, with some success. It, at least, felt comfortable again after I was done. Then we left the doctor's... office, or whatever it was, not without me having a bumping accident in the interior doorway, separating the office and examination area, due to it being a little narrower.

"Do you want me to show you the way back?", Seo asked.

"Yes. I... didn't pay, attention. When we came here.", I replied. "Wanted to explore. But not now."

"What are you going to do instead?"

"Don't... want to say."

"Okay. Fine. Personal things. I get it."

Things remained quiet between us while walking back, with me now focusing more attention on the various signs and directions they pointed into, and walking, rather than the nice, moody feeling of the tunnels - which were not brightly lit, but not extremely dim either - or the looks and stares that I received from people. We stopped again at the end of the corridor leading back to the building where my apartment was. I didn't know if Seo's was here, but mine, was.

"I can... go alone, from here.", I told her. "And I want to be... alone."

"Sure. I was getting that impression. Tomorrow, maybe?"

"In... a few days. Need to... focus."

That was all which needed to be said. The Thargoids voices had been... oddly absent, throughout this day, so far, barely more than a whisper. It was nice, not having them in my head even for just a day. I waved lazily at Seo when she turned around at the end of the corridor, maybe even smiling a little bit. Then I retreated back to my apartment, the two guards outside giving me ample room to get through the door unimpeded. I didn't particularly mind it, now, realizing it was not meant personally, but just to give me the space that I needed to move.

I sealed everything off, including window shutters, and lay down on the bed - once I had arranged my infamous pillow tower to make it comfortable. Then, I began to search everything I could find on the abducted from the Titans, as the haze in my brain from that first month had left a lot of gaps in that memory. It kept me awake long enough that, when I realized it was late, I simply collapsed with my head on the pillow, not even remembering to change into my new nightwear. Nor did the Thargoid noise have a chance of reaching me, when it began to return at that moment.
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