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Layers - Part 1 (Commission for JackieShark)
🕑 Added 2021-08-17 10:04:57 +0000 UTCTAGS: Meta Narrative/In-Universe Meta, Growth/Expansion, Hyper, Hyper Breasts/Butt, Curvaceous, Compressors
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It was the sort of story that would stretch the imagination of even the wildest daydreamer, and the technical skills of the most insane of madmen, not necessarily because of its content, but in the presentation and narrative style, not to mention the impact it would have on the person designating themselves as a protagonist. For Jackie, however, this was entirely secondary to the main purpose of experiencing what it was like to be part of a growth-themed story, to be the focal point and nexus for a series of poorly-explained, ill-defined spurts of size that would conspicuously only affect the parts of her that left her most aroused whenever she thought about it; the sort of plot that would make no sense whatsoever if someone was actually trying to write anything even remotely serious, because, frankly, they weren’t. The whole point was to titillate, to indulge, to give the reader a sense of sexual wonderment that they otherwise would be unable to receive in their mundane, everyday life; there was no room for worldbuilding or any sort of explanations, no attempt to make sense of why there were suddenly swelling bodies or why one’s anatomy didn’t collapse underneath the strain of its own expansion. No, the focus was entirely on the growth, the size, the softness and warmth and fullness and whatever other sequentially laid-out synonyms the writer happened to think of whenever they were trying to fill out a word count while still shamelessly slamming on people’s buttons; it was skill few people possessed, if only because few people would ever reach the depths of depravity required to make it work, but Tim just so happened to be one of them, and Jackie was going to milk that opportunity for all that it was worth, pun fully intended. She’d met the lynx some time prior during a routine maintenance check-up; with nothing else to do in an otherwise bustling station, she headed towards the entertainment deck and chanced upon a conveniently-placed electronic billboard announcing the presence of someone who described themselves with far too many accolades for even half of them to be remotely true. Nonetheless, the sharkess wasn’t one to let go of any chance to appreciate some good “erotic literature”, as the ad called it, and what initially began as little more than idle curiosity ended with both her and the lynx exchanging quips over a dinner table when they somehow ended up scheduling what was absolutely not a date, but rather a business transaction, as Jackie liked to put it. She had no idea why that was, nor what possessed her to even think about taking someone out for dinner after spending no time interacting with them, but then again, she did make a certain few requests that made it exceedingly easy for the lynx to do with her as they pleased, and the cat just happened to like the idea of a convenient plot point to help get the set-up out of the way. After all, why spend time establishing their budding relationship when a simple excuse could put the both of them in a position where they could discuss the premise? It wasn’t as if Jackie was going to recall anything anyway, seeing as how she allowed Tim to decide what she was even allowed to remember in the first place, allowing the cat to slip by into the background unnoticed as the sharkess came to believe that they’d never met the feline to begin with, and had instead ordered an extra-large meal for themselves for… whatever reason, honestly. Truth be told, this was a point that Tim hadn’t considered, already with a pen in one hand and a tablet in the other, but it was easily explained away by having it be the starting point for the sharkess’ expansive journey; the idea was to observe her during the journey back to her home planet, hopefully gleaning some valuable information as to how the sharkess conducted herself when she believed no one was watching, but nothing was stopping the narrative from starting immediately upon her deciding that it should. Why wait, after all, when each bite she took out of the two plates could add to her growing figure? Not a lot, obviously, it’d be both irresponsible and downright nonsensical to just give Jackie everything she wanted off the bat; plus, there was a certain something that drew both her and the lynx to the idea of “unaware” growth, the notion that one’s body could bloat outwards in every direction without the person actually noticing until it was most narratively convenient. Tim was, at the end of the day, in charge of crafting a story that would put the sharkess in the middle of a series of inconvenient growth spurts, so really, an extra-large dinner was as good of an excuse as any to get started, and it provided a logical connection to what the lynx was thinking of doing to start them off. It wasn’t much, but really, who didn’t really some extra-meaty thighs? They certainly did, and they were certain Jackie would as well, hence why the lynx made sure that each bite she took tasted so much better than the last that, for a few glorious minutes, the sharkess couldn’t think of anything else; no maintenance, no ship, no getting back home and absolutely no magically disappearing lynx that just happened to still be sitting in front of her. No, her mind was dead-set on eating as much of the delicious meal she had been blessed with as possible, scarfing it down with so much gusto that she conveniently didn’t notice how her pants were getting tighter with each mouthful; the sounds of ripping fabric eluded her, as did the sensation of her burgeoning asscheeks slowly climbing up her back as more and more of her seat was overtaken by a lower body that, over the course of her two-course meal, ended up significantly larger than it had been before. It could still probably fit through regular doors, but would most likely bump against both sides of the passage, and left Jackie looking as if she’d had her upper body plucked from her original frame and glued on top of the lower half of some greater, far more colossal shark. It also happened that her tail, being one of lovely Jackie’s most favourite parts of herself, had taken generously from the same repast, something that even Tim would fail to notice; it was the sort of detail that only a companion of many years could notice, that only a close friend would ever be able to know, and as the sharkess’ long-pleasuring assistant, it fell onto Sara, the ship’s splendorous onboard AI, to surreptitiously make good use of her access to the lynx’s tablet. Purely because said lynx happened to agree to such an arrangement; two heads were, after all, better than one, and Sara would be an invaluable asset when it came to uncovering Jackie’s deepest, lewdest secrets so the two of them could drag them out into the light and make good use of them, of course. It was highly convenient that she had inserted herself into the negotiations at some point, even if, when asked, the shark wouldn’t even recall the AI having been invited at all, and even the lynx would be hard pressed to remember the details, for whatever odd reason, though they had to admit it was quite fortunate that such a thing took place… to give her friend exactly what they wanted, of course! Why, if there was something Jackie would adore, it would be to have her tail fatten and lengthen with every pound of ass she gained, to have that long, quasi-serpentine appendage snake its way along the ground the bigger her butt became, until it became a genuine hazard for everyone trying to walk around the establishment. A shame that the transformative powers, for whatever reason, didn’t extend to onlookers, otherwise the AI would’ve had some interesting ideas on where to take the narrative. But not colossal enough, or so Tim figured, though at that point they were left wondering whether or not they should push their luck; sure, the sharkess’ rear had bloated enough that it was a seat in and of itself, and her thighs had become such behemoths as a result that the feline could see their pudge overflowing from where they squished up against the table from underneath. Jackie, being wholly unaware of the fact that her body had even changed at all (at least until she got up, obviously), could probably go for seconds… but would that be too much? Clearly, it was best left to chance, prompting the lynx to take a conveniently located coin from their pocket and make the call: heads, head back to the ship, and tails quite appropriately sit down and have seconds.
Fortuitously, it landed on tails, prompting the lynx and Sara to both enjoy a moment that could only be described as being the utmost distilled essence of scandalous enjoyment, seeing as they both knew what was about to happen. It was precisely for this reason that Tim preempted themselves and took the coin again; they knew that they’d just end up flipping it whenever the second meal was done, so the cat figured they might as well see how long they could keep the streak going before being forced back onto the ship by pure luck… only to end up with tails but one more time before the cruel fates deigned to give them heads. Alas, the cat would have to make do with only two full-course meals before the group had to depart; luckily, however, there was no real limit to what Tim could ordain within the context of their own story, meaning it was perfectly viable for Jackie to call a waiter over and ask for “whatever’s the biggest”, only to receive a literal table’s worth of plates but five seconds later, carried over by a group of service staff who clearly had no idea how it took so little time to cook up several pounds of food to such absolute perfection. Not that the sharkess was going to question it either; her ravenous appetite, existing only for the purposes of moving the story along, ensured that she cleared straight through whatever was placed in front of her, ass, thighs and tail burgeoning outwards at an increasingly faster and more efficient rate the more she ate. It didn’t take more than a couple of minutes for the large seat that she was using to collapse entirely, though by that point, the sharkess’ lower body had become such a magnificently oversized assortment of soft pudge that she didn’t even register the fall! Honestly, the most inconvenient aspect of it was that it was becoming increasingly more difficult to even reach the food down at the table, what with her ass being so enormous that just sitting on it was enough to leave her several feet taller than everyone else in the restaurant, but, just like everyone else, this too was easily solved; in fact, it need not even be explained at all, simply accepted that, given enough time, Jackie would be perfectly capable of consuming whatever the employees placed in front of her, and seeing as this amount of time was finite, it could be handily compressed into a single sentence for the purposes of making the story simpler to grasp. Perhaps it had been a mistake to focus so much on just one aspect of hers, at least from a narrative length standpoint, but the story was meant to be long enough to cover several days, so really, why bother? Besides, Jackie looked great with an ass so big that she could probably fit a small car in there, so enormous that she would need some kind of form-fitting compressor clothes that just barely helped her fit into places designed to be used by regular-sized people. Nothing that Tim need to worry themselves about, of course; the cat’s job was to accompany the shark and get them to grow into the form of her dreams… all with the help of the wonderful Sara by their side, who certainly wouldn’t mind interjecting whenever it was necessary to make the story move in a direction that would leave everyone far more satisfied by the end of it; not the hardest of tasks, especially when she had such free reign to affect everyone involved. For the time being, however, the most important thing to consider was how they were going to get Jackie to move back to her ship, child’s play considering the repertoire of cheap tricks in the lynx’s hands. For some, the sight of a sharkess whose head scraped the ceiling thanks to the vast mountains of ass she had on her would be a daunting one indeed, overwhelming in fact, but for Tim, this was easily solved via the careful application of some compressor technology, even if none existed on that station, or indeed in Jackie’s own possessions; quite conveniently, the piece of compressor tech took the form of a stylish jacket, one that wouldn’t be out of place on the shark as regular everyday wear, and seeing as its potency was entirely dependent on whatever the plot required it to be, it didn’t take long before Jackie adjust it over her shoulders and pulled up the zipper, simultaneously causing the enormous rear she sported to vanish at the same rate as her prodigious chest was obscured as well. Little did Jackie know, however, that such dimensional stress would have dire consequences for her body, as with each pound of mass that was thrown into the pocket dimension produced by the jacket, her ass gained half a pound more! This ensured that her true size only became bigger and more unwieldy the more of it was hidden away, and indeed, it would have additional effects as well, seeing as it would be a shame if things just stopped there. Firstly, it was important to establish that even Jackie’s compressed size was significantly above her regular one; when her jeans conveniently reformed in such a way that they both hugged her every inch of curves while still leaving a good half of her cheeks overflowing from the top, it became clear that she’d still have difficulty clearing through doors, at least without hip-checking at least one side of them. Every step she took would be a sashay by definition, and if that wasn’t enough, the amount of jiggle bordered on the downright obscene. Suffice it to say, even if things stopped there, it would’ve been a victory for Jackie, who was just then becoming aware of the changes wrought to her; so, obviously, things couldn’t end there. It was best that the compression field led to additional changes, that it altered her body plan in such a fundamental way that a good chunk of the additional mass she gained by compressing herself down to a more manageable size would instead be redirected towards her bust; thus, while her real breast size was continuously expanded upon within the confines of her compression field, everyone else in the restaurant would be able to see as the zipper that had caused the shrinking to begin with was forced downwards as the sharkess’ tits swelled outwards, picking up cup size after cup size as her real volume spilled forth into the world. Ultimately, this left her with a pair of breasts that filled out the space from her collarbone down to her hips, along with just the right amount of backboob to go along with it, when previously the underside of her bust had just barely reached her navel. The sensations were heightened by the amount of spatial distortions going on with her body, playing merry hell with her nervous system… though the low groaning and creaking of mass being pumped into her certainly didn’t help either. She could feel herself growing a fatter pair of tits, and if that weren’t enough, the faint sounds of sloshing began to emanate from within her bust, the act of compression itself having somehow kickstarted Jackie’s milkiness from zero to… a respectable amount. Not a single drop would be wasted on the outside world, but instead held back, stuffing her tits to the brim and, when that wasn’t enough, simply stretching them out to make more room; alas, this would have to be left for after she returned to the ship, as in the moment, Jackie still had a second meal to consider. She had, of course, been blessed with two flips landing on tails, and thus didn’t feel at all weird for sitting back down on the ruined wreckage of her seat and demanding that the kitchen fetch her something to eat; nor did anyone find it difficult to believe that said kitchen could produce a similarly-sized meal to the one that had turned the sharkess into a behemoth of ass, even if they did leave her table with an expression of utmost confusion stamped on their faces, some of the service staff stopping to look back before heading out to find more food, please and thank you. Jackie didn’t bother to wait that time around either, and seeing as the narrative tropes involved with a growth story demanded a constant supply of exponential expansion, it wasn’t altogether surprising when the effects this second meal had were inexplicably magnified compared to the previous one; thankfully, her jeans were stretchy enough that they accommodated her burgeoning form, even if just barely, only occasionally ripping open in a few gashes to expose the soft sharkess underneath bulging out further and further with each bite. Just like before, Jackie’s head slowly approached the ceiling, her throne of butt bringing her inexorably back to immobility as she endlessly consumed whatever was placed in front of it, and as luck would have it, the very last bite on the very last plate was exactly what she needed to feel the metal plates atop her bump into her head… or rather, her upper body having been pushed so high up by her cheeks and thighs that it loomed over the entire establishment! Mercifully, however, there would be no need for any further story adjustments, as Jackie already had a compressor jacket on; all she had to do was reach for a set of knobs located on her sides and increase the shrinking factor, handily and conveniently pushing all of the extra mass, all of those feet of soft, supple shark butt, straight into the dimensional pocket where it would be once again multiplied upon itself, granting yet more flesh to be deposited into her bust by association. By the time she was finished, once her mouth was cleaned by a series of napkins and the sharkess managed to get back up from where she was sitting, it was hard to imagine how her jacket was even working; not only was most of the zipper apparently ruined by just how much spillage there was, but Jackie’s tits had reached such a colossal size that they had cleared past her waist and were halfway to her knees! The sloshing was so loud that not a single face in the establishment was left without a blush, as all those within earshot were blessed by the sounds of roiling, angrily churning currents of milk, the shark spared from an immobilizing fate by virtue of most of her stretching being directed straight back into the compressor field… where it would be increased by several orders of magnitude, quickly filling the device’s safety limit and bringing her close to a catastrophic system collapse. This would be most obvious once she turned around to head back to her ship, and the momentum from doing so set her tits to bounce and sway from side to side, nearly uncontrollably, for a good couple of minutes, even as she tried to hold them back and keep them still. The noises reached such a peak that it was a wonder that no milk was spilled at all; it felt like the sharkess had filled up two massive fuel drums and sent them tumbling down several flights of stairs , a comparison that only became more apt the more she walked and the harder her tits insisted on moving around with each of her motions. It was worth noting that Jackie’s tail had also received quite the upgrade thanks to her gluttonous self-indulgence; in fact, it was also worth noting that, when she began moving towards the exit, the sheer heft of that thing was enough to leave a deep groove in the metal floor, with what her tail being easily as wide in diameter as her entire rear put together. The sharkess spent what felt like half an hour trying to push her way through the front door of the restaurant, and not necessarily because she couldn’t fit; whenever she focused on pushing her ass to the other side, her tits began to wobble uncontrollably, prompting her to shift her eyes and hands over to her bust instead, locking her in place once one of her cheeks inevitably collided with a side of the doorframe. It was a battle of wits and endurance, one that, for some reason, Jackie quite enjoyed experiencing; she wasn’t thinking of all the eyes on her anymore, being far more enamored with the sensation of sinking her fingers into a pair of tits so large that her whole hands vanished into their pudgy depths, or an ass so fat that everything up to her elbows could simply disappear into her cheeks. Hell, past a certain point, her mind was so out of it that she nearly tripped forwards and landed face-first on the ground after breaking free from the constricting bind of the door, saved only by sheer narrative convenience; it was truly a wonder that her tail didn’t trip anyone on the way to the ship, though mostly that was because it was so enormous that anyone that could potentially fall over it was instead confronted with a veritable wall of sharkess tail. Its thickness was such that it reached up to a regular humanoid’s chest, its weight sufficient to trigger alarms in the station’s admin control room as it threatened to break the hull into bit wherever she went; for Jackie, this posed a problem when it came to pulling all of it into the ship itself, which was most likely the correct place to introduce the AI assistant into the mix, thus revealing the true reason why so much mass had been deposited into the sharkess’ tail. Well, that, plus the fact that Jackie herself was quite enamored by the notion of having one that colossal, so who was Sara to deny her the opportunity when one arose? The fact that it was the perfect place to introduce the AI itself into the story, particularly their mobile chassis, was purely a coincidence and not at all a deliberate attempt on Sara’s part to more directly interface with a gorgeous sharkess whose body was quickly becoming everything that both of them so ravenously desired. At the very least, it made for some interesting observations on Tim’s part, who chose simply to stand back and lean at an awkward angle against one of the ship’s interior walls, not quite capable of finding a comfortable position to be in for whatever reason; easy enough to ignore though, especially when he saw what appeared in front of him. Clearly, Sara had been waiting for an opportunity to get involved with the process on a much more physical level, at least going by what was very obviously a gleeful grin being shown exclusively through her eyes… and the two appendages connected to her secondary ports clearly pumping in some sort of gel-like substance from somewhere further inside the ship.
