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Layers - Part 2 (Commission for JackieShark)
🕑 Added 2021-08-18 10:10:24 +0000 UTCTAGS: Meta Narrative/In-Universe Meta, Growth/Expansion, Hyper, Hyper Breasts/Butt, Curvaceous, Compressors
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There was an idea in the AI’s mind, one that could very easily be achieved, but also one which required a certain amount of preparation and theatrics to have it truly shine. It wouldn’t do to simply make it real by way of the narrative itself; while that would certainly work, in a conventional sense, it didn’t go as far as the AI wanted it to, especially not considering the lynx was still trying to wrest control of the words away from her. An unfortunately misguided notion, but one simple enough to empathize with, as the intricacies of proofreading and maintaining a certain amount of cohesion within a story were typically lost on most people, a category that Sara most certainly did not belong to, thus requiring an expert hand to help guide things along a path that wouldn’t make the prospective reader scratch their head in confusion whenever things veered off in entirely random directions. For instance, now that Jackie was back in her ship, and the AI’s mobile chassis was physically present next to her in a way that she could actually see it, it was time for the sharkess to become more aware of her new endowments, at least in a way that was more in line with her typical personality; while she may have been fine with the notion of being big in public, Jackie hadn’t asked to become the protagonist in a growth story just because it was mildly interesting. Rather, her love for large sizes ran deeply enough that, when granted full awareness of just how big she was, the first thing she did was immediately perform a couple of twirls in her spot, not only to examine just how colossal her body had become, but also to conveniently maker her milky udders slosh about as loudly as she could force them. Predictably, as the cat should’ve known, this ended with Jackie managing about a single one-eighty before her fat tail got in the way, and the poor thing nearly fell over a blockage of her own making, in the process becoming even more acutely aware of how much her body had been improved over such a short amount of time. It was perfect fodder for a more primal version of Jackie’s mind, one that craved such stimulation as that, one that desired not only more of it, but to maximize the enjoyment she could receive from it as well; in fact, it didn’t take more than a couple of seconds for her to go from helplessly flailing about while leaning on her hallway-blocking tail to pushing herself onto a standing position, using her improved height to loom over the AI’s conveniently-placed body. It was just Jackie’s luck that the boosts to her ass and thighs had given her just enough extra mass overall that she’d become about a head and a half taller than Sara’s physical avatar, placing the AI platform in the perfect position to do whatever it was she wanted, what with Sara being an active participant in the story. It just so happened that the AI quite enjoyed the notion of sinking both her head and hands directly into as much breastflesh as possible, the softness overflowing from between her fingers in the process. It gave Jackie an entirely undeserved sense of superiority; the sharkess assumed, quite dangerously, that her size had become such that even the ship’s AI had been corrupted by it, and while Sara certainly couldn’t deny that being buried underneath what felt like hundreds of densely compacted pounds of milk-stuffed tit was anything but heavenly, Jackie also seriously overestimated how much she was in control there, as was the entire point. Thus, it was with a smile on her face that the shark pushed Sara aside, wanting to give her dearest friend a good view of that ass that was quickly becoming a serious impediment when moving inside her ship; it wasn’t big enough that it reached either side of the access hallways, but it was certainly getting there, and the notion of going through doors had become significantly harder to parse than it had been before. Not that Jackie minded, of course; the very fact that she even could get her butt stuck in a doorway was proof positive that her body had become everything she ever wanted it to be, to the point where she was deliberately strutting her stuff whenever Sara was within eyesight. The noises that came with it were powerful enough to make the AI’s audio receptors shake in their sockets, the information overload very close to causing the closest mechanical equivalent of a climax from the pure sound alone; how wonderful then, that this led to Jackie lowering her guard just enough that Sara could walk right up to her and make good use of the tubes she had attached to her back, and the vast quantities of mutagenic gel she had stored within her own chassis. While normally the AI wouldn’t go too far with the amount injected, given the sort of effects it had on living beings in general, and Jackie’s already heavily-modified body in particular, this was not the time for moderation; the sharkess wanted size, and so she was going to get size, one excruciatingly slow inch and ounce at a time. It was so easy for Sara to walk up to the sharkess, to pretend as if she was doing so thanks to be in awe of how much ass was wobbling about or, how heavily Jackie’s tits were hanging low; so easy for the AI to raise her chassis’ hands and deliver a slap straight to one of their friend’s colossal cheeks, creating a reverberating shockwave that apparently decided to just not stop at all… and also using the moment of contact to deliver enough of the compound stored inside of her that Jackie would be receiving a bit of an extra upgrade going further. It wasn’t the sort of growth that came from the narrative, not the physics-defying, nonsensical sort of expansion that could only be achieved with lewd, scandalous words, but a constant; the substance would work through Jackie’s system, expanding upon her enlarged assets and giving her something of an unpredictable boost: while her true size would be slowly increased within the compression field, the outside would remain mostly the same until such a point as the distortions failed… barring the occasional incident where the sharkess would take a wrong step and suddenly find that her foot landed with exceptional strength on the floor, just before her whole body bloated outwards a couple of inches. More boob, more ass, more thighs, but, most importantly, more belly, entirely at random and outside either Sara’s or Tim’s ability to control. Perhaps the unpredictability added a certain element to it that the certainty of the other growth methods didn’t, or perhaps Jackie just really enjoyed moving around, popping her frame through a doorway, and then suddenly finding herself pacing around the room for whatever reason, occasionally triggering the exposure effect; ten minutes she spent doing this, at the end of which she had to sit down before complaining about how bloated she felt, all while rubbing a belly that didn’t so much look gravid as it did simply swollen, like someone had stuck a hose to her bellybutton and filled it up with soft, supple pudge… which wasn’t that far off from the truth, all things considered. Together with an even fatter ass and a pair of tits that insisted on spilling from her jacket, Jackie should’ve been at the top of her game, making it especially delicious when Sara pranced into the room, her eyes-up display showing off two perfect triangle, the most accurate representation one could find of her mental state. Though the shark insisted that the AI keep their distance, as she wanted to get back up and put all that mass to good use, it was obvious that this was little more than a cheap bluff; the moment Sara actually touched her dear friend, actually sank her fingers directly into the enormous quantities of soft flesh that the sharkess had on her… well, everything, was the moment that Jackie’s eyes rolled upwards into her skull and all form of control left the building. She still said things, still uttered commands and expressions that could only be described as begging, even as she tried (and failed) to keep a domineering posture. If one were to hear her, one might be excused for thinking she was directing the proceedings, as opposed to the reality of the situation: Sara having full, undisturbed access to the shark’s entire body, practically vanishing underneath curves at times, making the mountainous sharkess wobble aggressively with her unending ministrations. After a point, even Jackie stopped trying to pretend; after all, as far as she knew, it was only her and Sara in there, with this Tim fellow not even being close to her conscious perception. With the rest of the world seemingly unaware, and in fact unable to become aware of what was happening behind closed doors, the sharkess very quickly descended into openly demanding that Sara keep kneading her, as well as a variety of other actions that are best left undescribed, lest anyone other than the AI be made privy to the obscene things that were uttered in that room that day. The two spent hours, a whole afternoon really, whiling away the time and simply enjoying one another’s presence; Sara constantly moving, Jackie constantly bloating, the bed they were on slowly, but surely, breaking apart underneath the sharkess’ weight. It wasn’t too much, certainly not enough that the compressors couldn’t fix it, but by the time Sara decided the story should move along, coincidentally just after she squeezed Tim out of the way when they decided to park themselves in the door to the bedroom, Jackie was… something else. She really did need to readjust her compressor by that point, seeing as her ass had risen like dough, her cheeks crawling up her back, with her tits similarly undergoing a boost in mass and, above all else, productivity; it was nothing short of a miracle, or in this case a convenient narrative device, that not a single drop of milk was spilled, seeing as, even when Jackie was sitting entirely still, her tits’ contents sloshed about so aggressively that it sounded as if the sharkess was deliberately shaking her bust around as hard as she could. It only got worse once she actually got up and tried moving around, having to play with the compressor’s size setting for a good minute or so just to return to the state she was in before sliding onto her bed under Sara’s attentive care. Though the process once again added even more mass in the hidden dimensional folds, it wasn’t enough to cause much more spillage; as soon as the shark was done compressing herself, she did grow back outwards, but nothing more than a couple of inches of cheek and boob, peanuts compared to her previous growth spurts. The most worrying aspect was her belly, which had for some reason ballooned outwards into a gargantuan, near-perfectly spherical weight slung out at just the right angle to make her stumble and sway whenever she tried moving; it didn’t feel like it was stuffed, just merely heavy, and a few wisps of blue coursing through her skin were enough to let her know just what had happened to her, and why that belly of hers felt like someone had filled it up with a hose until she became a living fluid tank. Surely, extending the compressor field to hide it as well would only make it worse, but the shark was suddenly convinced that she had to go shopping for supplies, somehow, thus prompting her to get rid of the problem in the short run and worry about what came later whenever she crossed that bridge. It was future Jackie’s problem, not hers, especially not when she had so many better things to do, like spend five minutes desperately trying to exit her room after her ass refused to pass through the doorway. At the very least, it gave the sharkess some time to consider how she was supposed to move around the station now that her body, even in its compressed state, had reached the point where she could feasibly ask for special transportation privileges and would get them without the bureaucrats batting an eye at her; in fact, as she stood there trying to force herself through the doorway without bending the metal around her, Jackie realized that the simplest way of moving about would be not on her own two feet, but simply waiting for one of the many transport shuttles ferrying people to and fro. It was a wonderful idea, especially considering that it would allow her to quite conspicuously get in the way of whoever happened to be around her while still acting as if things were perfectly normal… though, given how her mind had yet to parse that anything was technically out of the ordinary, perhaps “acting” was not the correct word to use. There was a certain element of genuinity to it, the way that Jackie walked around, her body wobbling in such a wild manner that it was a wonder that she could keep her balance at all; one would expect the vast mounds attached to her chest would tip her over, but then again, the frankly ludicrous amounts of ass she sported behind her would surely act as a counterbalance. No, the biggest issue, for lack of a better word, was the round, suspiciously-loud belly that she’d developed after her stint with Sara back at the ship, and how, for whatever reason, it insisted on slowly swelling outwards despite the fact that it really shouldn’t be doing such a thing. It’d be a waste, really, to have a gut so thoroughly stuffed not become even larger, especially with the amounts of unstable growth agent having been pumped into it; after all, it was one of Jackie’s deepest, most arousing fantasies to see herself bloat with what was unmistakably either blueberry juice or a close-enough analogue, and as Sara was their most faithful and dear friend, not to mention enabler, the one thing she could, the one thing she should do, was throw that into the narrative and see what happened. Of course, given the odds of it going out of control, doubly so given how the sharkess was supposed to take a shuttle, it was important to have a sense of restraint; sure, when the vehicle showed up at the closest ferry point to the sharkess, she had to take several minutes just to get through the door, on account of the driver not having been informed of a hyper passenger, which is exactly what should happen! It wasn’t enough for Jackie that her body had become too large to fit inside her own ship, but now her form had spilled out to such a degree that it seriously inconvenienced local transport infrastructure, and left the poor man behind the wheel looking so red that it contrasted beautifully with the deepening, ever-more-present hints of blue swirling within her still-growing belly. Truly a dream, but alas, the necessities of the narrative are such that the sharkess needed to actually get on the shuttle, rather than simply being stuck in the door; not that the two people in charge wouldn’t grant her the pleasure of having her tits be unable to pass through without some serious elbow grease, nor would they deny Jackie the ability to see her ass seemingly swell into the frame that she just became free of, but it was important to at least keep her mobile enough as to be able to move into the shuttle itself, not to mention within a certain weight range, as to prevent the transport vehicle from collapsing underneath her. This was, of course, nothing but a secondary concern; the most important factor in the narrative was exactly what Jackie commissioned it to be: a perpetual climb towards ever-higher, increasingly more absurd sizes and weights, with her at the center. If anything, the mere thought of becoming so colossal that transport shuttles designed to ferry dozens of people, including hyper-sized ones if needed, would break down completely just because she was on one, would perhaps be the single most delectable thought to ever go through Jackie’s mind. And a dangerous one, given the sort of uncontrolled growth that could take place if either of the two in charge of her size happened to lose control of their own urges. Thankfully, as an AI unit, and a rather advanced one at that, Sara had no such issues with self-control; rather, she was simply capable of observing reality for what it was, and to analyze far more variables than any creature of flesh and blood could, a form of advanced computation that told her that Jackie not only wanted to keep growing, but deserved such a fate. Sadly, it would seem that her belly had already grown so much just from the simple act of walking from her ship to the shuttle, then boarding it and finding a spot around the middle, that the poor thing had effectively become immobilized, rooted in her spot by a perfectly round, gurgling, sloshing, juice-filled stomach that grew a stronger hue of blue by the second; one wondered how exactly this happened, but such a realization was not as important as the simple fact that Jackie now had to contend with one part of her body massively outstripping the rest. So used was she to her ass and tits billowing outwards that the sight of her belly dominating her frame in that way was difficult to parse, even for someone whose thought process wasn’t entirely her own. Or, perhaps, the ones in charge of said thought process apparently decided to give her a certain amount of awareness of the process, which would spell doom for the entire project the moment the sharkess’ arousal reached a point of no-return, which as far as Sara cared, was not only the desired outcome, but the best possible one. After all, the more aroused Jackie became, the higher the odds of her belly bloating even faster, as the compound the AI had pumped into the sharkess’ body reacted with the hormonal storm taking place within them and led to even greater gains; within minutes, the entire shuttle would be groaning ominously as the weight inside of it raced to the safety limit, Jackie alone more than capable of making up for several other hypers by sheer virtue of lacking a compressor that could hold her down, which would naturally lead to her realizing that perhaps it was best for her not to feed that particular monster. She was, at the end of the day, still inside a transport shuttle, which was itself navigating a wide-open space in the central access shaft the station was built around, and as arousing as the idea of outgrowing a vehicle like that was, it wouldn’t be pretty if it actually happened. Besides, she had other people around her, people who were becoming increasingly worried at the sight of the sharkess’ blueberry belly taking up increasingly large amounts of space in the middle of the shuttle, encroaching upon nearby seats and just barely avoiding squishing itself around and over the metal poles used to give standing passengers something to hold onto. It felt that for every second that passed, another inch was added to her circumference, like a hose had been attached to her belly and her entire form was set to bloat until someone decided to pull the plug; someone who certainly wouldn’t be Sara, for whom such a sight was naught but the culmination of everything Jackie had ever wanted, and thus deserved nothing less than continuous escalation. This obviously posed a series of structural problems which the AI clearly hadn’t considered, hence why it simply couldn’t be allowed to happen; it was an interesting situation, given that the narrative, though crafted by two sets of hands, was still technically under the ultimate control of someone who wasn’t merely a guest, who could thus force the other’s hand if required. Now, this wasn’t necessarily something that the lynx wanted to do, hence why it was even being written down to begin, but seeing as the sharkess’ belly had already begun to push against opposite sides of the shuttle’s interior, its walls beginning to buckle and bow outwards from the pressure, it was important to know where exactly the two writers stood when it came down to giving Jackie what she wanted without sacrificing the shark’s physical integrity in the process. A spoilsport, really, but unfortunately whose words carried a certain amount of truth; besides, it wasn’t as if Sara wanted her lovely Jackie to come to a premature end, just that they be allowed to experience the full breadth of the experiences they set themselves up for, rather than the discount version. Such a concern was entirely unfounded, obviously; the lynx was more than happy to give the sharkess exactly what she wanted and far more, only in a way that made some amount of narrative sense and didn’t immediately blow its load at earliest convenience. Why go for the ultimate explosion of size right off the bat when one could build up to it and end up with an even grander finale if one merely had some patience? Patience, perhaps, was not the correct term to use, but alas, the AI could see that this was a battle she wasn’t going to win… at least not in the conventional sense. At the very least she could find some solace in the fact that, in between her little battle with her co-writer and the constant exposure to both the growth compound and the conjoined horny energies of three very obscene little lewdsters, Jackie’s belly, by that point stuffed with so much blueberry juice that it was a wonder there was enough space for all that sloshing to take place, had become… quite something. It still fit inside the shuttle, even if just barely, but not only did it overspill onto multiple rows of seats, having forced several people to get up and move to save themselves, but it had warped the very structural frame of the transport itself, bending the sleek, aerodynamic design into a rounded, bloated mess; quite fitting, given the sheer size of her gut! This posed a slight issue for movement, which was the whole point of taking a shuttle in the first place, but thankfully, there was a clever solution that would not only wrap up that inconvenient plot thread, but perhaps give everyone involved something they could all enjoy: why not take all of the excess mass, slung out and pressurized against the shuttle’s walls, and shunt it back into the compressor field that Jackie was carrying… only to then reform it into a shape that could best fit into its limited amount of storage space? After all, the sharkess already had a single pair of body-obscuring tits attached to her and she could move around just fine, so what would be a second one right underneath the first? Deliciously, the sheer amount of mass being re-compressed into the shark’s body was more than enough to keep her original pair at its current size while fashioning the second one to be just as large, just as stuffed, and just as productive; before Jackie knew it, her jacket was stretched out and overfilled even more than before, her mind struggling to comprehend where exactly those extra weights came from as her ears were assaulted with the endless, nigh-on excessive amount of noise emanating from her four milk factories. With her lowermost pair grazing the ground and yet still large enough to help push the uppermost to the point where she had to carefully part her cleavage to be able to see, it was all that Jackie could do to keep herself from losing her mind purely from standing and listening to herself, to say nothing of the cacophony of liquids that came when she tried to take a step after the shuttle came to a halt. The floor itself shook whenever she moved, her hyper-dense, compressed state being enough to cause slight spatial distortions around herself, doubly so considering that the raw mass siphoned into her wasn’t entirely absorbed by her body, having had to find someplace else to settle… and seeing as the AI wasn’t about to give up on the idea of a stuffed, juice-filled belly sloshing about, the existence of a second, thankfully unaware volunteer made for the perfect opportunity to add a second source of sloshing to the already infernal cacophony leaving everyone for a mile around wondering if the station’s fluid tanks had been cracked open
