Experimental
22 Jan 2024Kasumi Goto
Disclaimer - there is a bonus section at the end of the entry once Kira/Kasumi is all alone that may not be suitable for all or most audiences, but I chose to include it anyway(because Kira is a person). Read it at your own peril, or stop at that point - it has no effect on the story itself.
January 8, 3309
Yesterday was largely uneventful, with me passing most of the day sleeping, and the rest, either watching entertainment vids, eating, reading, a little bit of time in VR, or... getting distracted by my body. Even more than a week after the changes, it still hadn't lost its magic. It was simply impossible for me to not get carried away in thinking about how big and soft, yet firm, it all was, the roundness of those curves, their sensitivity, in case of... everything up above. I simply enjoyed, being... "thick", according to some old Earth expression, like this, maybe more than I should have, but it didn't bother me in the slightest.
Right now, I lay in bed, about to enter the VR space. I'd finally found the motivation to start training inside it, and see what my new body was capable of, or at least, how I could still use it. Of course, the... current model, while upsized from my original shape, was nowhere close to the real one. Amusingly, its hips were the thing less removed from my current shape, as opposed to my breasts, which had massively surged up in size in just three days, once I'd reached... what I once thought was ideal.
I thought back at it, and realized... I'd been lucky to experience the 'growth' in a low gravity environment, which possibly contributed to things getting out of hand as much, and as... nice, as they were now. Because I was much less aware of the possible weight on my body, and much more focused on simply the size, the 'fullness' of a bigger body, to where both mind and brain were perfectly pleased with it.
I'd still need to upscale this model further to match... the real size. Because now this just felt too small, despite being big without actually having an unreasonable size. But I looked for the training programs first - then, while they were set to download, got to work on the "important" bits. Making my breasts and hips in the virtual space bigger, of course. So I loaded up the editor, and... was presented with a few options. To work on me at the once normal size, the currently selected bigger me, me at the same size... with a lot tighter clothes... or a copy of the existing model.
I decided to work with the current one, but from a copy. And... then thought, maybe options would be good. So instead of going all out, I increased the breast size only to... something that, maybe, roughly matched. Which resulted in giving the model H cup breasts while keeping the hips the same, because they were already as wide as the shoulders.
I saved it as another template, not without getting excited at seeing virtual me getting bigger - because of course I did - and recreated the actual me. Or tried to, yet it turned out... I was so big, the hip slider barely sufficed to recreate it, and I needed to activate an additional modification, that was already installed, to get a little bit of extra room to make the breasts... even bigger, and match with my image of myself now.
Viewing it side by side with those other models, once saved, was... in an odd way, amusing, seeing how each one presented a step up in size and stupidity - or silliness, up to the ridiculous, and yet perfect figure, that I had now.
I decided to try the first simulation, which was... simple, basic workout exercises, alongside some appropriate machinery. Of course, I wouldn't gain anything other than memory doing them here, as it was purely virtual with no actual, physical muscle movement involved. But that was their purpose, and they had a handy scoring system present to that end. Most of it that didn't involve any significant leg movement was... somewhat expectedly, fine. But I seemed to do oddly well for simple leg exercises, too, and I felt... a little lighter than expected. So I checked the simulation settings, and found it was put to... 1 G. I changed it to 1.3 G to reflect the local environment, and continued, now feeling the resistance, and weight, that I expected.
Continuing now was... about as I expected, too. I didn't do very well at anything that required jumping while walking at more than a quick pace. I could get... some height, but not nearly as much as I would once have been able to... being nearly twice as heavy, while my calves had remained roughly the same. And combining it with forward momentum, did not work too well either, so I began to need to help along with my arms significantly to climb over obstacles once they began to be around hip height. Something that, upon testing, it was revealed that my original body was much more capable of jumping on without needing any support from the arms. I got a lot further with it, and the score reflected it, seeming to be about double of what I could achieve in my enlarged self. It seemed, the program was keeping track of which model I used, rather than an arbitrary 'high score'.
I reverted back to my big body and... then, there was only the treadmill and running exercises left. I quite deliberately ignored the former, for now, but even basic running still felt... practically impossible, without me beginning to stumble after a few steps. So the best I could really achieve was... still short of even a fast walking pace. Which was adequately reflected in a quite poor score, due to taking such a long time to complete the 'challenge'. I sighed.
That left only the treadmill - partly the reason why I sighed, aside from my poor performance. I moved over to it, and... already had the first bit of trouble, because it was too small to fit me. So I replaced it with a wider prop, and stepped on, slowly turning up the speed over a few minutes, until I reached the limit of what I was currently capable of. Nowhere close to running, as expected, and... I very quickly began to 'sweat', or the simulated equivalent thereof, from the effort it took to move my thighs properly. Not even due to being out of shape or having insufficient muscle to commit to faster movement, but because I was just so horribly out of practice, due to how quickly I had grown into this form.
I stopped with this particular workout program there, and stepped off the treadmill after turning it off. Only to be met with a sudden popup panel... floating in the air.
Oh dear! It looks like your results are quite unsatisfactory. Perhaps you'd like to get started with one of our weight loss program offers?
I shook my head, more annoyed than amused, and tapped it away, though there was a temptation for me to toss it. And, loading up a different simulation, oriented toward self-defense, I had a different idea in mind. First, I started out with my real form, however. And those results were... atrocious.
I barely held up well against even the most basic of opponents, which were supposed to be quite easy, didn't try to dodge much, and were easily predictable. They made it quite easy for me to hit them, but I was not able to respond too well to their own, more trying to block what I could with my arms, and hands, instead.
Trying to pass the medium opponents was... already almost impossible, and took me several attempts, where I mostly used brute force to just overwhelm one after the other, and maybe some luck in when they chose to attack.
I had no real chance against the 'hard' opponents. While I could defend myself against their attacks, I didn't have nearly as much chance due to the 'bigger' ones, which were stronger than me physically, and trying to keep track of the more nimble ones was quite difficult between how much my thighs were getting in the way, and how my breasts swung quite wildly if I tried to make abrupt movements, entirely throwing off my balance and preventing me on focusing on fighting. Luckily, pain simulation was effectively off, only providing light 'stings' or 'pokes' to indicate where I'd been hit.
Eventually, out of frustration and realizing this was pointless, I gave up, and switched to the next, slightly less big model. Its breasts were still quite an obstruction, but the thighs got in the way a lot less, so I got past the easy opponents with a certain ease. Mediums still took a few attempts, but the situation looked... a little less hopeless. The hard opponents, however, presented a very similar situation, this time primarily caused by all of the movement on my upper body, while the lower half... also still didn't help.
With the model that 'only' had E-cup breasts with the shoulder-wide hips, beating the easy opponents was... as easy as should have been expected. Even mediums were not that much of a challenge, but the hard ones, I struggled to get past a lot due to the loss of mobility that this, still larger, size, created. Eventually, I beat them, but it was a - figuratively - painful and long-winded experience.
Things were... interesting, when I got to my original 'self', and beating both the easy and medium opponents was... trivial, at best. The hard ones were still a bit of a challenge, yet not too difficult and quite enjoyable to beat. There seemed to be another level available, labelled as 'Extreme', and it came with a disclaimer that it would be very unlikely to encounter such in most general situations, so I decided to not engage with it, for now. This... had been a valuable lesson, and I knew how the better way to proceed was now, gradually learning to get better with each of those progressively bigger bodies, across the different settings, until I felt comfortable enough to do it in my... current form. And I'd recalled some of the ways that I used to fight, which I could now start adapting into... a style more suited to how I was now.
There were some other optional training programs available, beyond those two 'main' ones, as they had been marked by the doctor. I quickly poked around in them, after switching back to my big body, of course, but only to get a basic idea of what they were about. They seemed to be... more advanced training courses. Possibly useful, too, but my brain had enough of this for now, and I wouldn't get any miracles to occur within a day. I switched off the VR device, in time to find... someone had come into the room, just now. A woman, but not one I recognized, just sitting down on a chair with arm rests... it had been placed here for visitors who could use it, yesterday.
"Hello, Kasumi.", the woman said. "How do you feel today?"
"I feel... " I thought for a moment, while I set aside the VR headset and fully sat upright. "Normal." Then, I formed my usual curled ball on the bed, with knees at chest height and arms around them.
"That's good."
"Why are you here?", I asked, nothing more than curiosity in my voice.
"I'm a psychologist. A person who helps others by talking to them about things that are on their mind."
"Psy-cho-lo-gist. I remember. They were... on the big ship, too, I think. They asked how I would feel often, too."
The psychologist nodded. "Yes. They were there to evaluate your mental state, among other things. But today, I'd just like to talk to you a little, about the experience you had visiting one of your ships again."
"It was ..." I thought on it a little. "Nice. I liked to... see it. But I couldn't fly it."
"It was a safety measure, for your own good. You might not be ready for that yet."
"I nodded. "I... know. But the seat was... too small, too. I need a bigger one."
"People are working on that already, don't worry. We received your request for it. And the armor."
"It... was too small, too. For... this." I lifted my right arm up and gestured at my big breast. Then returned it to its spot.
"Is there anything else you'd like to say about it?"
"Y-es. There was... a place, with a lot of weapons. And suits. I told the ship to make the suits bigger... for me." A slightly disconcerted expression appeared on my face, recalling the... not so pleasant replaying of the audio recording.
"That's not the only other thing, is there?"
I shook my head, even though I meant yes. "There was... a log, from... me. Before the Thargoids brought me on the Titan, I think." I shuddered. "It was not... nice. I remembered many bad things."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that, but the ship's computer was set up to trigger its playback when it detected you in the cockpit. We hoped it would remind you of what you'd gone through because of the Thargoids, so you'd know not to listen to them again."
"I asked. It said, that was its task. But I also remembered ..." I shuddered, quite visibly. "When they tried to take me... months, before. With a 'Scythe'. How they made my ship dark, and ..." I couldn't continue, and looked around, quickly moving my head from left to right, my eyes errantly scanning each corner of the room for movement, in the shadows. The memory of that was just too much, and it almost felt like I was back there.
The woman made a comforting noise, and was... suddenly there, holding a hand on my right arm. "Shh. You're safe here, Kasumi. The Thargoids aren't there. Listen. It's raining outside. We're not on a ship."
The touch pulled me out of the potentially self-reinforcing loop, and... I listened. There was rain outside, hitting the roof and walls. It was... soothing, and helped me calm down a little. I breathed in and out deeply, a few times, while the woman went back to the chair.
"Why... do they do such bad things?", I then asked, still sounding distraught, looking her in the eyes directly.
"I'm afraid... we don't know, Kasumi. The Thargoids have shown no interest in telling us, or talking to us, so far.", she replied. "But for your specific case, they might have wanted you back."
"But you don't know... why they want me."
She shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. That's another mystery we haven't been able to solve."
I sighed, lowering my head, and closed my eyes. "There is... another me. In my head. Can you say why?"
That made her raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I felt... something strange, in my head. A few times already, but it always hid when I... tried to 'look'. I... caught it, when I was in the ship. And it said, it was... me." I was still just as confused about it as I was before, and it showed on my face as I retold this... event.
"Hm ..." A thoughtful expression had appeared on the other woman's face. "Maybe... it's because of your implant. It might have tried to preserve 'you' after you fought back against the Thargoids, and your brain failed, but the damage it sustained resulted in a strange... duplication of personalities. Or, maybe, a part of yourself instead hid away inside it when your brain was unable to hold it, or got absorbed by it. I can't be sure, though. This... is not exactly my field of expertise. I'm not sure if it even falls into psychology. Can you... 'feel' it, at the moment?"
"It... is not there, no. Can they be... recombined?"
"Maybe. I'd be hard-pressed to explain the processes at work here, if anyone even could. Maybe that other part of you is what's been directing the implant to repair your brain, and... do other things." She glanced at my enhanced lower half. "Could even be it's what's been stopping the Thargoids from trying to influence you while you heal. But if it put you into the brain when it was repaired, it should eventually want to reconnect to you, too."
"I... see." I wasn't sure I really understood, and it was making my brain hurt, so I didn't want to talk about it more.
"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me from your visit?"
I shook my head as an answer. While I wanted to talk about EDI, and didn't quite understand why I was... not supposed to, because the AI seemed nice, I still felt reluctant about it. But maybe I could, to Seo, who seemed... busy with something else, from weak feedback through the strange shared connection.
"Okay.", the psychologist said, and stood up. "It was good that you told me about the memories you found on your ship, and how they bother you. Talking about those things is a step toward moving on from them. I'll leave now - but you have a surprise waiting."
I wondered what kind of surprise, as the woman walked out of the bedroom, and the apartment. I liked surprises... this one, however, seemed to be taking some time, and I decided to lie down, arranging myself on the pillow tower, resting the head on both hands. My mind quickly began to wander, with not much else to do.
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I sighed. The repair progress on the brain... had halted almost entirely, and the bridge I stood on wouldn't go further. I just couldn't do much more, the pathways simply refusing to connect. They needed to be jumpstarted through a memory, or... be reset entirely. Or ...
My other half was aware of... 'me' now. The half of me that was inside the implant. But she... I was not ready yet. The brain needed to repair itself more. Maybe it needed both of us to be... together for that. Something that... the damage to it prevented, because it wouldn't be able to handle the fully developed human consciousness, at an adult level. It was why this... more 'active' part of my consciousness resided in the implant, which had sustained less damage, and had formed... something of a copy of me when the brain, in a way, died.
The damage that it sustained had interfered with the process, though. Allowing me to gain partial control over it, and direct some of its processes, after... I somehow 'fused' with its own 'intelligence'. And at that point, the part of me that now inhabited the brain had split off, fracturing... my consciousness into three strange parts. The implant's own intelligence, which was... effectively me, at this point, tangled up within my 'spirit' without actively attempting to control it, unlike before.
Or maybe it had been the basis of my new consciousness, copying it from the brain before the deleterious effects of resistance wiped it clean, only slowly allowing the memories that the implant managed to preserve to be released back into the neural network when the correct cluster of neurons activated. Most of them were still a mess, as was the electrical network between half of the brain, sometimes firing erratic impulses off, which went nowhere. And those sections were scattered around various parts of it, such that it was functional, but not at the level it should have been.
And a consciousness was the sum of its parts. So, while there was the tangle of wires of my... full consciousness, within the brain, it almost seemed as if a part had splintered off and embedded itself within the brain, acting more like a child, or very young teenager, currently, only having some of the mental faculties of an adult. It should have been easy to reconnect, and yet... I felt reluctant, for another reason entirely unrelated to the poor state of the brain. One that I myself struggled to discern. But I still kept it protected from the Thargoids attempting to use it, while it was fragile, and growing into... its own personality, in some ways. It was... Kasumi, not Kira, yet we both existed in the same body. Sharing the same... basic traits, with a few almost imperceptible differences.
And despite this relative isolation... we both affected each other. I could gently nudge the personality fragment through subconscious impulses, and its own... impacted me. It was me who had pushed her toward embracing the... enhanced body of those VR experiments, then did the thing that was necessary to start making their size increase... but the sheer enjoyment that the fragment received from this had in turn removed some of 'my' reluctance, which allowed the thighs to get so fat through a self-reinforcing feedback loop. Both the breasts and the hips... the thighs included, had just gotten so fat because of it, and it required both our halves to find that it was just getting too big to be able to stop the process. And now, well... we both liked it.
I began to wonder whether this was why I felt reluctant to... reconnect us. Myself. To allow this... fragment, created almost entirely by accident, to become its own thing within the altered brain, form its own personality without external influences, from my own memories, and to be something better. While I remained in the background, controlling the implant, and doing... some things, to keep what had put me into this position from occurring again. Both to protect myself, and... 'Kasumi'. And, maybe, when the time was right, we could... exist together. As the same, yet different in a few small ways. It would also have been nice if I could get her to accept the name 'Kira' if people wished to use it, rather than get annoyed every time.
A sound outside ...
... pulled me out of the odd 'absence'. I'd been... daydreaming of something, a strange separation between personalities existing within the same body, two individuals that were the same, yet different. One of them more 'formed' and mature, guiding the other, learning what it was like to... be. Now, I'd heard a door open, meaning someone had entered the apartment. I sat upright, accidentally knocking over part of the tower of pillows, then curled back up into a ball... quite enjoying how the soft mass of the thighs fought with itself for space, until I felt the resistance signifying that they were as close as they were going to get to each other. I wrapped my arms around them, and listened to the footsteps coming closer.
The person that came inside was Jana. I recognized her almost immediately, from the way she walked, her distinct appearance with dark brown hair, very green eyes - which my brain said, the color was 'emerald', or very much like it - and her attire. It was the same one as before, on her last visit. My gaze lingered around her hips for a short moment, looking at the black and red, somewhat baggy cargo pants, before those wayward eyes moved up to her chest, where an unzipped red jacket with elbow-length, or pulled up, arms, went down to the waist, and a black, quite tight top nicely highlighted the roundness up there, without being too revealing in any way. She gave me a greeting sign with two fingers of her right hand.
"Hey, Kas - woah. Woah woah woah. Wait." She paused for a second, not enough time to let me respond, clearly looking at those very big, enlarged parts of my body. "Wow. When did this happen?"
"I wanted to be big. I became big.", I replied, sounding... oddly factual, for such a strange statement, especially when considering that it was about me growing completely oversized bodily features. "I like this. It ..." I shifted my head backward a little, as though to point at the implant, without moving my hands. "... did it."
"Big?" Jana seemed to find the idea of me calling this just "big" strange. Or funny, maybe. "Hell, you're so fucking big!" She sounded... amazed, and was very much unable to take her eyes off my... features. Oddly, I was... not feeling inclined to blush horribly about it, this time. Then, looking off to the side and at the ground slightly, she muttered something to herself. "If that's what that thing can do, maybe I should get one for myself."
"You use bad words. You shouldn't use them.", I told her, subconsciously teasing.
Jana scoffed slightly. "Oh, come on. You use those yourself."
That made me raise an eyebrow. "Have I?"
"Oh, yeah, definitely. Maybe you don't remember now, but... trust me, you will."
"Oh. Sure." I was, actually, not sure what to think of that. There was some distant memory in my brain, of those words not being viewed too positively.
Jana moved closer to the bed, visibly curious, and somewhat to the side. Observing... my shape, it seemed. I followed her movements with my head to... keep track, simply. Then she moved back after... a short moment.
"Can you... get up?", she asked. "I'd like to see what this is like when you're... standing."
I didn't really feel like it, because I was in a nice, cozy mood, but there was a part of me that was excited about receiving this attention, too, and seeing such a... positive reception, to my big, round body. So I, slowly, moved my legs to the side of the bed, sat there for a moment, and stood up, then moved into a more observable position, putting the right hand on my hips, leaning over to that side and with the right leg placed forward slightly, too. Jana eagerly began to look at me from different angles, flat from the sides, the front and the back, and at a slight angle for both frontal and rear views.
"Could you... maybe stand straight, not in a pose?", she suddenly asked.
I didn't see much of an objection point, so I did. Trying to place my feet as close together as my big thighs would allow, which seemed to work quite well for Jana, as she began resuming her... observation. Seeming to, especially, focus on my lower half, which I kind of knew was more impressive and bigger, in proportion, than the breast.
"Damn, this thing is huge!", she exclaimed. "Do you mind if I... touch it?", then came as an inquiry. A rather inappropriate one that felt... oddly familiar.
I responded with a look that said I wouldn't approve of it too much, then went back into my more comfortable, previous pose. And... I felt a quite distinct poke on the lower rear half anyway, a finger probing its way into the soft, yet quite firm, and pleasant, mass. It got removed from there as quickly as it came... and any movement caused by that gesture was reduced by the pants I wore, since it was late enough in the day for me to be wearing my regular clothes.
Clearly, Jana hadn't been able to resist the temptation of giving my big, round curves a good poke, from just off to the side. It caused a bit of wobble, at least enough for me to feel, but I decided not to hold it against her, because I got carried away with it frequently myself, and she, was... a friend. A notion that I, implicitly, seemed to understand the meaning of, but which hadn't consciously been in my head until now. And... somehow, I oddly liked this touch, of someone else experiencing the softness, but also quite firm nature of those big parts. Maybe it was because it was her, but I wasn't sure.
Jana seemed to be content with the 'investigation' of my big form, now, and took the chair with arm rests to sit on. So I returned to the bed and curled up again, which she keenly observed. And she remarked on those observations more, too.
"Not gonna lie, you look really fucking hot.", she said. "Not sure about that... really white skin, but I guess it suits you, in a way. So what made you decide to become like this?"
"I... was in 'VR'. And I found... me, in the big body. Then... I began to get bigger." Now I blushed, remembering how it... was not exactly, or at least not entirely, intended, on my part. Something that didn't escape Jana's notice.
"Mh hm. I don't think you were quite this big, though."
I blushed more, which really showed due to the skin doing absolutely nothing to hide it. "I became... as big, as it was... there, in, a week, and a few days. Then... it didn't stop. And I became very big in... three, days." This was hopelessly embarrassing to me. It felt like my cheeks were lit on fire. And I made it worse by speaking out a weird desire. "I... didn't feel it, much. My clothes... became smaller. Tighter. But there was not much gravity."
"You know, there might be a way for you to.", Jana remarked, then. "In that VR space."
"Is there?", I asked, wondering.
She nodded. "Yeah. You installed some... funny modifications to it, which let you fuck around with your body... well, however you like, at any point. You can change its size on the fly, set it to grow bigger - or smaller, not that I'd know why you would - over time. And you can screw with other people's bodies, too."
"Oh ..." Now I was very interested.
"Yeah. Fun, right? And depending on the settings, you can make your clothes get very tight, or... well, maybe explode out of them, if that's your thing."
Maybe there was a way for me to test my weird shower dreams of being in there while taking up all the space. Or becoming so big that the old nightwear's fabric could no longer stand up to the pressure.
"I see that look on your face. Gave you an idea, didn't I?" I nodded. "Well, go ahead and try it once I've left. I'm sure it'll be fun."
"Have we... tried this, ourselves?"
"To... a degree." Jana paused briefly, recollecting her memories. "The only casualties involved were belts, though. And apparently a bra on your end, not that I was there to witness that in particular."
"That is... strange. What did we do?"
"Well, a lot of weird stuff. Spontaneously increasing the size of... certain body parts, making them get larger over a certain time... usually shorter, that sort of thing. I only joined in on the fun late though, and when it got really weird, but I'm not sure what else you did in there."
"I have... some, memories. Of when I... looked around. It was... playing around. With... strange bodies. Bigger than normal. In an apartment, outside, or a... water park. But not... with you."
"Yeah, like I said. And speaking of that, have you heard of Ina lately?"
"... Ina?" There was... literally nothing about that name left. Not in my brain, not in the implant. Even the presence within it... didn't know what to do with the name.
"She led the rescue operation for you, and... uh, nevermind. I guess you don't know where she currently is either, then."
I shook my head. It was hard for me to, when I couldn't even remember who it was. Jana stood up.
"Alright, Kas. It was really nice seeing you again, and... well, how you've progressed, I guess I should say."
"I... would prefer 'Kasumi'. The full name. And... are you supposed to be here?"
"Oh. Sure. And yeah, they know I'm here. I asked someone from Aegis to see what your state was like now, and we both thought seeing you again would be a good idea. Seems like that was right."
"Oh. That's... nice."
"It's good seeing you better, really. Anyway, I'll... be visiting a... friend, in hospital, then I'm gonna be heading back out."
"Where?", I asked, tilting my head slightly. I felt... worried.
"Back out to the front, I guess. To keep fighting off the Thargoids - took a bit of a break from it, for a few weeks, but looks like things are getting a bit rough out there again. And I don't feel like sitting by idly."
"Okay. Be... careful." I had to think for a second or two, to find the correct word.
"I'm going to be, don't worry. Always am."
Jana sounded serious, clearly trying to reassure me that she was not taking fighting the Thargoids lightly. I hoped that she was serious about it, because I had read some of the battle reports, saying how dangerous their ships were, the 'Medusa' and 'Hydra' especially. Then, when it looked like she was about to leave... she turned around again.
"Actually, before I forget about it ...", she started, and... looked somewhere behind me. "What are those oddly placed pillows on the bed for?"
"They are... to sleep. Or lie. There is too much space here ..." I moved my right hand to the lower back, behind the waist. "... without them. It is not comfortable."
"Oh. Yeah, right. I could've thought, really. Did you figure that out yourself?"
I nodded. "Yes. On the first night. It would have been... too difficult to sleep without. Everything is too big to lie normally, and too much weight to lie on the sides. But I want to keep this body, so I deal with it."
"Yeah, thought those big meatbags on your chest are quite heavy. It sounds like you have it handled, though. Anyway, I'll be going now. And don't forget to play around in VR. Bye!"
Jana winked at me during the last sentence, then waved. I waved back with the right hand, then she left, and I put it back on the right knee... for just a moment, before I shuffled to a seated position on the side of the bed, rearranged the pillow tower since I'd knocked one off, and lay back down, putting on the VR headset. I had... plans.
Loading in, I quickly found those... 'modifications' Jana had mentioned. And they were what she said they'd be - allowing adjustments of character model parameters on the fly, attempting to simulate what that might feel like beyond getting heavier, and... letting you do the same with other players or AI-controlled people in the simulation. They were currently turned off.
I turned them on. Then loaded into the house with plains and mountains outside, first in the 'big me', but I changed over to the... 'normal' one with standard proportions, which still looked good... but now felt inadequate. And I just left all the simulation boxes ticked on, which meant the clothes wouldn't be adjusted.
I tinkered with settings until I was reasonably certain they were at the level of... what my current, real size was, and that gravity matched the one of the planet I was on. I set the increase to get applied over... a few minutes. I began to immediately feel it, my breast suddenly beginning to swell bigger inside the shirt, as did the hips and the thighs inside the pants.
"Oh!"
It was... unexpectedly strong of a sensation, and I quickly got carried away in feeling myself as I became bigger and bigger, rapidly starting to strain the clothes. The bra was the first thing to give way under the unyielding pressure, snapping at the front and back as my breasts well exceeded its size. The belt was next, loudly snapping off as my widening hips forced themselves past its limits. All throughout I was getting filled with unspeakable pleasure as I grew bigger and heavier, fully feeling the increase in size on both my chest and down below.
Eventually, the button of the pants outright shot off, unable to withstand the pressure either. And the zipper pulled itself down more and more, until it was at the bottom. Yet I was still swelling, and getting badly aroused. The shirt had pulled itself well up on my waist, about to expose the belly button, while my pants were quite tightened and revealing... they became even more so when their limits were exceeded so far by my excessive size, that I heard them quite audibly begin to rip, tearing apart in various spots around the thighs, and... other significant pressure points located at hip level. There were few intact spots left on them when I was very big again, panting, sweating, and... feeling a certain wetness elsewhere too.
'She... didn't lie.', I thought to myself. 'This is very nice. Maybe a little too much.'
I didn't save that model after the... alterations, instead resetting it back to normal. I loaded into the big one with its clothing upscaled after that, going into the bathroom, where I... undressed, and squished myself into the shower, where it was time for another, and possibly weirder, experiment, while the aroused feeling hadn't fully worn off yet. I closed the door, started the water, with the simulation generously making it warm right away, and... made myself swell in there even more, from this already big size. It took barely any time for the hips to begin clashing with the shower walls, and my backside equally made contact with the, solid, back wall, rather quickly. Then the corners were conquered, too.
But I still could have space, if I... moved forward. So, I did, rubbing against the side glass with the hips already squished against it, a movement that was helped by them being wet. And my body eagerly continued to swell up into the newly created space... while my breasts, which were also getting fatter, pressed against the door, trying to exert pressure in the opposite direction. But they were too slow, and my backside was faster at filling up the back of the shower cubicle.
This had to look so odd to other people, or it likely would have, if they'd been there, seeing a woman with an already oversized body... growing even larger, and deliberately making it so her rear half took as much space up within the shower as possible.
I began to feel compressed, even a little pain mixing in with the arousal, and I began to hear... cracking noises from the glass, making me panic a little. I'd gone a little far. Thankfully, I was able to stop things there and... reduced the size to where it took all the space still, but I could... kind of, move myself, if I got creative, and finished the shower routine for the sake of having done it in even worse conditions than reality would offer me. Then I made another attempt, except with the original model created from a mental image... a couple of months ago, effectively turning it into an experience of growing bigger inside the shower until my backside was so big that it was nearly impossible to move in there.
Once I had that done... I moved on to my final experiment. I was already feeling exhausted from... so much pleasure, so I, rather than put myself through more expanding from the small body, did it without loading into the model. I put it into something close to my stretchy, soft nightwear, then increased the size of those certain parts until it matched my own, and loaded in. It felt right, and... I set off another size increase. And actually quickly decided, I wanted to feel the process from start to finish again.
So I did. It was quite similar to what I'd experienced in my regular clothing, except a lot more comfortable. The soft fabric actually felt quite nice on the skin as it began to get more and more snug. Eventually, I heard the elastic band in the lower half snap, as it got pulled further and further up my calves. The upper half conformed to a big pair of breasts quite nicely, by now, too, but I was not done. I reached my "current" size and went well beyond it, feeling the fabric get ever tighter and tighter, more constricting around my curves, until... it just began to give up. Holes appeared around the thighs of the sleepwear first, then around the hips, getting larger with every passing second, until I simply stood in tatters. And, something of an inadequate coverage for my breast, which had pulled the upper half of the nightwear out so much, there was a noticeable gap between it and the skin of my chest. That was where I stopped it, too, since the thighs were so big it felt impossible to move.
"Okay... enough. This is getting too much."
I breathed out deeply, and reset everything to zero, then began the shutdown sequence. I was back in my bed on Duamta a minute or two later, perfectly normal - as normal as I could get - and with a few additional memories I'd definitely be keeping for myself. I was also quite exhausted from the draining of mental energy that the conversations today, and this experimentation in VR, caused, despite being well worth it. So I slipped into the - adequate, not the undersized - nightwear, dropped myself on the bed again, this time with the care of not shifting the tower of pillows when I collapsed, and rapidly fell asleep.