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Duality - Chapter 26 (Novel Commission for Code-Shark101)
🕑 Added 2021-05-27 13:55:54 +0000 UTCTAGS: Anthro, Transformation/TF, Slice-Of-Life, Milk/Lactation, BE, Hyper, F/F
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Surprisingly, no one working with them on a daily basis really seemed to notice it, despite how unlikely that was. Perhaps they were all just glad to be rid of the major problem of warehouse-filling boob sizes and were glad to ignore something that was, by all objective measurements, downright minor in comparison; as long as there were no more explosions, they were more than happy to move on and not think too hard about it, even when they unequivocally caught the two women openly discussing the subject… purely in hypotheticals, of course. Neither Linda nor Beth were ready to break through that polite fiction they had set up for themselves, that their talks about growing sizes and being bigger were anything other than just “dreams” or “maybes”, as opposed to something that was very much taking place in front of their eyes; part of them feared that if they drew attention to it and made it “real”, for lack of a better word, then not only would they make it worse somehow, but attract the attention of Rivtech and its ever-present corporate oversight. And going back to what they had just left behind was the last thing they wanted to do.
So they talked about it, pretending as if it was just a hypothetical, even as their discussions grew increasingly more detailed and carried with them snippets from events that actually took place in their daily life, bits and pieces that wouldn’t make sense in a purely theoretical scenario but which they insisted on pretending was only there for the sake of setting up an example. They talked at length about what they would do if Linda ever managed to develop the ability to control her size, what would happen if her size ever fluctuated without her control, always speaking towards the future and never quite managing to discuss things in the present tense… not even when their close physical proximity inevitably resulted in Beth becoming intimately acquainted with a bust that was clearly bigger than it had been before they began talking, her eyes half-lidded as she maneuvered herself to get on top of that gorgeous panda she was happy to call her partner.
Linda, for her part, would be lying if she said she didn’t want to talk about it in more realistic terms, but found that approaching the subject from this odd, almost self-denying angle was far more fun than it really should be. It was like a form of roleplay, where both her and Beth acted like they were in those comics they used to like perusing through, as if their lives had turned into the first few foreplay pages before the expansion and growth kicked in; it tickled a few of her buttons, she wasn’t about to deny that, and as the days went on and her control over her bust size grew more powerful, it felt like the perfect complement to this new, unexplained ability of hers, because it too was becoming hard to deny.
If initially it was something that just happened whether or not Linda really wanted it to, as the days passed and the effects became more and more noticeable, the panda found herself capable of, if not outright telling her body when to start and stop, at least have it speed up or slow down, usually enough to lead into a size she felt like experimenting with. Some more time and this would eventually lead to a much finer control, until, with some effort, Linda was able to outright initiate a growth spurt and get it to brake just enough to stop on its own… until she could put an end to it without having to resort to a slowdown period. It all took some time, of course, but given that the two of them were stuck in observation and Rivtech wasn’t about to let them go any time soon, there really wasn’t much else that could be done apart from the standard exercise routine. Besides, with Beth there, it served as a motivator to try and get her life back on track on her terms, no one else’s; if she wanted bigger tits, she’d get them.
This worried Rue, to some extent, who felt it was technically her job to put an end to this self-exploration, yet couldn’t really bring herself to talk it out with either the panda gal or the human half fo the couple, for fear that she might just trip up and say or do something that would completely ruin the trust they had built with one another. Knowing just how difficult the trek had been for the two of them, the doctor had no intention of spoiling their fun, especially if it was controllable, nor did she want to sour their relationship by letting the two young women think that she herself had been some kind of corporate stooge all along; Rue’s intentions were nothing if not genuine, because even if Rivtech could take an extended walk into the ocean and not turn back around, Linda’s condition was still wildly unpredictable, potentially unstable, and definitely hazardous to both their health and the safety of others. What if they had another growth spurt like the one that started everything and placed her in charge of the project? Or worse, what if this new explosion of growth never stopped, or Linda decided to consciously keep it going for so long that it became self-sustaining? She couldn’t feasibly be brought back into company custody every time something half-bad happened, so control was paramount.
And yet, despite being both fully aware of this and seriously concerned by the implications of Linda being able to control her bust size at will, Rue really couldn’t find it in her to try and stop her. She’d watch the couple through the security cameras on occasion, just to make sure everything was still above board, and just the sight of those two finally being happy and content was… a bit too much to bear. Perhaps she had become emotionally invested and should discharge herself from the project for the sake of data integrity; in fact, that was very likely to be true, and each second she spent not distancing herself corrupted the results further. But these weren’t lab rats that Rivtech was playing with, they were people, they were two young lovers who just wanted to get back on with their lives and try to experience something resembling normalcy after months of a company-imposed hell resulting from a freak genetic storm. For Rue to want to prolong observation past the necessary point, or worse, keep Linda and Beth in custody for further examination, would be for her to betray the trust she had built with those two; worse yet, and after reading through the gene-scans provided by the labs, it would probably be completely useless as well.
The results were nonsensical, and yet they were absolutely correct, with no machine defects or sample contamination found. Against all odds, and in defiance of any sort of basic scientific logic, Linda’s genetic code had somehow repaired itself, or something else entirely had swooped in, fixed it for her, then left the premises before it could be identified. Rather than the serious damage that had been present all throughout the research project, most of her DNA strands presented with only slightly above-normal deterioration, and as the tests continued and the days turned into weeks, this sliver of difference grew slimmer still until, somehow, Linda stabilized. It was utterly inexplicable, and almost made Rue decide to force the couple to remain for longer so they could run more tests, but as the additional batteries continued to give her the exact same results, again and again, the doctor had to admit defeat; running more exams would just tell her what she already knew, and as infuriating as that was, it could only mean that the answer to her dilemma had to lie elsewhere, in the literal encyclopedias’ worth of data they had stored on who knew how many external hard drives.
Being told that they were to be released to the wider world was perhaps the happiest day in Beth and Linda’s life, far eclipsing anything they had already experienced together. Once Rue stepped into their living quarters and broke the news, looking oddly exhausted and listless, the young couple felt like jumping to their feet and screaming their heads off in sheer glee, deciding to hold it in for the sake of decorum instead… at least until such a point as they were alone, with the good doctor flinching and jumping in reflex the moment she closed the door behind her on her way out. For the two former test subjects, this was it, this was the end of it; no more exams, no more time wasted going through data points they already knew about, no more wondering about whether or not they’d ever go back to a regular life. Two more weeks and it would be over, at least until they had to report in a month afterwards for a physical check-up; in the meantime, they could get their life back on track, find new jobs, draw up new plans, and decide on what to do together.
This was perhaps the most important part of it all. They’d gone into this turbulent mess as two separate creatures with an undeniable attraction for one another, but over the course of everything that happened, they had grown too close to ever be separated; hell, given what they had to deal with, the two of them were convinced that anything the real world could throw at them would be peanuts compared to some of the worst days they spent dealing with Linda’s unique issue. Taxation, house ownership, running a single shift? Those were nothing compared to the simple fact that, at the end of the day, the two of them were there for one another, waiting to fall into one another’s arms and sleep away the night in their mutual warmth. No more walls separating them, no more cameras to reveal their more intimate moments to prying eyes; just themselves, alone, in their home, and absolutely nothing else.
And with Linda’s control over her own size becoming far greater with each passing day, the two of them began to explore the option of simply… talking about it. Discussing it in the present tense, like it was something that was just normal, as opposed to a potential disaster in the making; no need to stress out over something that didn’t happen, after all, so why should they be worrying about what might go wrong when it didn’t go wrong? Clearly, if Linda’s body was going to undergo another growthsplosion, then it wouldn’t be shrinking back to sizes that were just as small as the ones it started off as, and if it was going to go out of control, then Linda herself wouldn’t fully capable of ordering it around, adding and removing cup sizes at will. Granted, it did leave her significantly more tired than before, not to mention in serious need of a snack afterwards, but what mattered was that it was controllable; and being controllable, it meant the two of them could figure out plenty of ways to keep it under control, even under the worst of circumstances, no Rivtech, medication or therapy required.
It was a brand new life they were building for themselves, and one they were eager to get on with as soon as possible. As much as they appreciated Rue and everything she did for them, it was time to move on and do something different after such a long time stuck under Rivtech’s control. So, with each passing day that brought them closer to release, Linda and Beth went through the motions with just a little bit more enthusiasm, and yet a little bit less precision or care. They were going to leave. They were going to be free.
And they were going to be together.
