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Fiber Optic Bundles of Joy Part 14
🕑 Added 2017-01-09 14:21:13 +0000 UTCWARNING
! The following includes aspects of liquid transformation, weight gain, inflation and all around amazing writing ! There are R rated themes and implications of sex!
Once more, this is written by RabidBadger from FA http://www.furaffinity.net/user/rabidbadger
Illustrated by me! Thank you as always, for your continued support <3
This image and the preceeding one is featuring Thaminga! Thank you so much Tham for the amazing contribution to our campaign and I hope you enjoy your full time position in our crew!
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Thaminga stood in front of what was essentially a view screen, but currently served as a mirror. It had a handful of other amenities, data mostly, mass and area, but otherwise served just to show hir a proper view of hirself as shi was now. Would be now, for life – and Chrome knew how long that would be. Reflection, literal and otherwise, felt as necessary as breathing.
Breathing had been an interesting experience too – there didn’t seem to be a great deal of physical need for it in a body that wasn’t exactly biological – but that hardly meant it did nothing. Shi had done it reflexively a few times during the exchange on stage, and there’d been a result – the replays Red had shown (when he could stop giggling) displayed that much. Some part of hir wondered if the crowd had been swayed watching hir chest literally balloon every time shi inhaled.
There was a sharp hiss as shi did so again, and just as had happened before those two globes on hir chest began to swell – only for a few moments. There was still a mental inclination to stop after shi ought to be ‘full’, that might have to addressed later. The workload was, as always in hir life, a bit full. As fun as this business with hir chest was? Thaminga reached out to touch the screen gently. Hir form was, broadly speaking, the same shape as it ought to be – shi cast the same shadow as two mornings ago, but the fine details? Those needed work.
Reaching inside to find the right strings to tug on and make things change was easier, the luminous fox had been true to his word there, but Thaminga felt like shi was looking at cleaning up a house after messy tenants had left it. So many big problems to fix, so many little ones hidden underneath. Texture was first, that shi had decided some time ago – one problem at a time, biggest damages to hir peace of mind first. Coaxing the coloring into something appropriate wasn’t as bad as all that, apart from a slightly gold sheen in the light hir body had its old cream and mocha with streaks of chocolate palette back, but it was smooth – too shiny. It wasn’t fur.
Thaminga shut hir eyes and inhaled again, a reflexive part of trying to clear hir mind and focus – but shi still felt hir body press outward just a little – something that was distractingly enticing for just how alien it felt. It ended up taking two to get into the proper frame of mind, and shi was looking more and more like shi’d gotten knocked up and started swelling in the chest as this went on.
Start small.
The voice came from inside, from the same data channels the updates had come through – something shi was still a little leery about. How much control did that vulpine AI have, if any? Its motives didn’t seem all that worrisome from what shi could tell – honestly the hedonism was kind of reassuring, but what if? Still, not bad advice perhaps?
Thaminga opened hir eyes again, looking down at hir hand. That was small, that was a place to start. The palm was the proper shade, a pale blue – the backside that heavily creamed coffee shi expected, but it was all slick and featureless – no claws or wrinkles (well okay, no wrinkles was something shi’d have to count as a pro on some fronts) – not quite finished yet. Eyes narrowed, and focus with them – the sensation that came with it was like being tugged on in every direction at once, cell by cell, across endless expanses of one’s own skin. Not exactly an itching sensation, not precisely burning either, in fact it seemed to suggest a benign species of disintegration. Like the relaxation after a deep massage amplified to ridiculous levels, and in this case, exactly and precisely skin deep. Thaminga squinted down at hir hand as shi saw the palm soften and take on more defined contours – and the mass around it disconnect and shift as its uniform surface broke into uncountable tiny individual fibers.
Thaminga smiled.
“That’s more like it.”
The effect was easy enough to replicate when shi knew what it felt like, the command of hir odd body composition still mostly felt like telling hir muscles what to do – there were just new tricks up their sleeves. Making the split of hir outermost mass into fine hairs travel up hir arm only took a little concentration now, and watching it reminded hir of moss growing across stone and trees back on some of the lusher worlds shi had visited. Feeling it spread across hir chest was the best part, all that buzzing newness tracing curves and sneaking underneath her breasts – shi could see hir smile turn just a shade lewd. Then several more shades so as it traversed her waist – something that made hir pause a moment.
Shi had to endow hirself properly again. There was a bluish bulge where there ought to be proper genitalia, and that would not do. This, too, probably bore some extra attention. Making hir body change itself was one thing – making it perform a specific way? Thaminga wasn’t precisely prepared for how the dialing-up of pleasure sensitivity on that part of hir body would go when shi provided the thought to make it happen, but happen it did.
Staying on hir feet was the hardest part really, there was a wash of bliss that raced across synthetic nerves like a sunrise creeping over the horizon and it left Thaminga sucking in air with hir hands clutching at hir middle, hir wings tense and quivering – and hir entire abdomen visibly swelling up as the perpetual inhale continued. The shuddering sucking in of air didn’t so much as slow down until hir rush of joy had subsided. The whole thing was helped along nicely by how there was just a bit more of hir (at least by area, if not mass) to feel it through as hir torso spread outward, spreading a little more bulk into hir thighs and upper arms. It only took hir about another thirty seconds to correct the rest of hir body’s spread of smooth vs. fuzzy beyond that, but shi spent every moment of it relishing the new experience.
“It’s kind of nice in some ways, isn’t it?”
Thaminga turned a little awkwardly at the voice behind hir – discovering mid-motion that it was a bit difficult to remain graceful when one’s body was egg-shaped.
“It… has its charms, yes.”
The mouse floated maybe two meters behind her, and half a one above the hull floor. Agatha didn’t seem to bother trying to move her arms and legs all that often, Thaminga had noted – not like the otter anyway. Joseph was still flailing his extremities for all the good it did at any given opportunity. The mouse on the other hand seemed content to be floated around by her ‘child’ – or maybe just resigned to be so?
“Red seems to have a knack for gathering the dramatically altered and short of options, and giving them a handful of new ones, doesn’t he?”
Agatha looked just a little uncomfortable about the question, though not excessively. She glanced down to the side, a view mostly obscured by her own puffy cheeks, blushing furiously through the whole thing. Both were aware the AI could hear them just fine, Agatha was its physical housing for Chrome’s sake, but apparently, the construct of software and will was polite enough to let them do this naturally.
“Well, we both kind of started out that way. I got in over my head, he was born in over his. By the time he started being properly sentient and talking that floating, digital shit Yaela had-“
Thaminga hadn’t seen her glaring or sneering like that before, not that she’d known the mouse more than a few hours as it was but she’d seemed, well, mousey. The heavy exhale from Agatha reminded hir of just how inflated shi was, how shi ought to slim down – maybe… maybe later? Yeah.
“I was beached by the time he was born, but Red got us out – figured we’d work on having a life first, and then try to scale the quality up as we go. Right?”
The flaring to life of the fur on the mouse’s belly was a curious thing – Thaminga had seen Joseph’s do it (though currently the otter was out – shopping for food shi thought shi’d heard), but that didn’t in any way make hir used to the idea. Little fiber-optic fur strands on the mouse’s belly showing an incandescent scarlet fox face, grinning amiably.
“Right. And if I happen to pick up people along the way who I can help so be it. Still kind of wanna go back and rescue the other AI seed beds but I don’t think we’ve got the resources yet.”
Thaminga’s head tilted gently, though a glance back at the view of hirself distracted hir somewhat when shi spoke back up. Shi did her asking whilst prodding at and gently tweaking the composition of the twin horns sprouting from hir skull – or head, rather. Shi was going to have to remember to enjoy the lack of a skeleton later.
“There were more like you?”
Neither of them looked happy at the thought – Agatha in a quiet, guilt-ridden sort of way, Red in a calculating fury.
“Several. Not successful attempts, not as far as I could tell, but they’re still on that station.”
Thaminga wobbled a little, flexing hir wings to steady hirself. Hir hosts appeared very emotionally invested in this if nothing else, but lacked something.
“You can’t exactly try to expose them, I’m sure. Not without far more resources. How are you planning on acquiring those?”
Shi raised her brow, noting with some pleasure that it looked like an eyebrow ought to – bulged where it should. Shi also quietly concentrated prior to willing all hir orifices into sucking in simultaneously, feeling hir body slip and warp – a queerly rubbery and tense sensation racing across hir like a benign flavor of tension. Shi found hirself resting against hir groin, limbs having puffed out into bulging nubs against a spherical belly that didn’t serve much use – but if nothing else Thaminga could still waggle hir wings and keep hirself more or less upright while waiting for her answer.
“Well the gambling thing would- Heh, wondered how long it’d take you to do that. I can run the math on gambling – way faster than-“
Thaminga opened the floodgates once more, feeling hir form creak and stretch – but it was still thick enough that shi knew hir limits were well away yet. Evidently that limit would eclipse either of the other crew members quite a bit, as shi currently sat lightly against the hull at roughly the same size as Agatha and Joseph – just considerably lighter, and (quite important) able to scale back down as desired. Shi almost felt a little guilty about that, and found hirself suspecting that might be what was at the root of Agatha’s own reactions about those left behind.
Shi now understood the urge to do something that came with it.
“-You won’t be able to. If it was just numbers I’m sure you’re right, you can out think anyone there. It won’t be – all pirate games involve some degree of deception or implicitly expected cheating. Granted, I didn’t realize quite how much finesse was involved in that… I think if we’re going to pursue a get-rich-quick scheme that doesn’t involve fattening your existing hosts even further we’ll need to put some serious thought into it.”
Red glanced to the side shiftily.
“...I may not have ruled that out, for the record.”
Which earned a distressed and accusing look from the mouse in the process.
“Come on! My ass is big enough as it is!”
“Well how much more damage can it really do at this point?”
The term for the look was ‘shit-eating grin’ as Thaminga understood it. Red pulled it off well.
“I really doubt that will be necessary, in fact I have another suggestion – why not do what the mink planned? If what I am is self-replicating, mass-wise, and extremely valuable? Why not just make... well, more of me? I mean that does seem to be the theme for this ship’s crew thus far.”
That got both the mouse and fox’s attention – Agatha’s by way of looking confused, albeit maybe sympathetic. Red on the other hand had that amused twist to his eyes that suggested he was enjoying whatever game he was at.
“Liking that crew idea I see. Yeah, yeah you should be able to replicate mass with enough energy. The only catch is gathering it really. Power from the station isn’t liable to be cost-efficient and it’s not like you can just stuff your face like mom, or your butt like Joseph.”
Shi couldn’t quite stop hirself from picturing the otter’s colossal posterior – not that hirs was small right now. Red was apparently doing the same, and seemed to be amused by it if the lip-chewing grin was a sign. Shi had more pragmatic thoughts however.
“What about solar energy...?”
Thaminga bounced hirself a little, feeling the wobble and spring in hir body set hir rocking a little – but thoroughly enjoying hirself overall. This idea that was rolling around hir head was starting to take shape (specifically a round one).
“That would take-“
“A lot of surface area.”
Thaminga felt hirself starting to grin, that notion was crawling around hir head faster with each moment.
“I always liked sunbathing…”
Agatha’s body hovered just a little higher, bringing that slightly distorted image of Red’s face (the curvature of the belly made things a trifle weird) up to Thaminga’s.
“I like the way you think. The local star’s close enough for this, we’d just have to leave the immediate area to keep you away from, you know, giant rocks. I can have us in range in about ten minutes. Joseph is ah, busy – there’s an old friend of ours buried in his ass now.”
“Yes, do that – I am a little averse to being punctured.”
***
True enough, the trip wasn’t excessively long. Thaminga had briefly considered sizing hirself down to move over toward the loading bay but there’d been small issues with that, which Red was evidently on top of. Shi felt hirself being lifted by the wings, metal hands closing over them and plucking her up like the balloon she currently was. The ship had two of the bots, simple hovering servants with two arms and a ‘face’ screen, but they would do – one could hold her in place, the other could ferry the necessary gas to reach the sizes she needed. Luckily it didn’t need to be oxygen, too expensive out here in the boonies of space.
The airlocks around the loading bay were usually open, but not so much now. Thaminga heard them shutting slowly behind hirself, felt the grip the first medwaldo had on her tighten just a little – the security of it a welcome thing at this point. Its partner was laying on a bed of canisters of compressed gases, simple inert things that wouldn’t pose a danger in the heat or if some rogue pebble hit hir at ungodly speeds. Something Red assured hir shi would easily survive in hir current state, but would rather not experience anyway.
Shi wasn’t used to the helplessness still, not that it was genuine – shi could exhale what was in hir any moment shi pleased, but that bot was all that held hir in place when the bay opened and all the air in it rushed out. The pressure change was a bit intense, leaving Thaminga immediately feeling hirself pulled in every direction at once – and stretching as this happened.
Shi’d have gasped in another breath, if shi could. Instead shi was left with the chilled emptiness outside pulling on hir still, utter silence surrounding Thaminga as shi was gently maneuvered into the path of the sun’s light. The medwaldo steered hir like a zeppelin, while its partner trailed a little way behind – carrying its bundle of now-weightless canisters all daisy chained into its delivery hoses. Thaminga took the time to stare off at the star, distant – but close enough. An enormous sphere of crimson with hints of white storms dancing across it, bathing hir in an intense warmth. The kind that you get from the best hot springs, just bordering on what you can handle, seeping into every fiber of your being.
Thaminga tried not to act like feeling the insertion hose from the second bot enter hir backside was as pleasant as it was, but there was no denying it really. It slid in effortlessly, and shi could feel hir odd body cling seamlessly to the pathway as a steady hiss began to nudge up the pressure in hir just a little. That wasn’t the only thing at work though, Red had whipped up code for this with some degree of haste and that was launching now as well – leaving hir shivering gently as hir body’s core composition switched gears. In what shi imagined was a similar act to having made fiber-optics out of the two flesh blimps’ fur, shi watched her own take on a maddening fluorescent kaleidoscope of colors, the sort one sees in oil spills – and shi felt all that heat battering against hir skin start to gather itself up.
It didn’t go anywhere far to speak of, but shi felt it dancing – little ballets that clustered packets of thermal energy, then turned into tangos of chemical and electrical power, and finally reached an end-point by pulling – spinning – leaving behind two or three extra molecules in the group. Shi felt this happening over the span of hir middle, over the contours of hir floating breasts, even in the puffy corners of hir cheeks. The extra mass made hir more durable, gave hir more to work with – even if it was slow going – but that was only temporary.
More mass meant shi could stretch further, which meant more surface area, which meant faster gathering – as the subtle rumble in hir butt reminded hir was already a thing that was happening. It was something more felt than seen – Thaminga could look out around hirself but the problem was spheres tended to obscure most of themselves from view, especially when viewed up close, and damned if shi wasn’t close to hirself. Still, the gentle creak of stretching was playing chords all through hir belly and back, and to a lesser extent in the extremities – but those were what shi felt most. Shi felt hir feet and hands being swallowed, inch by inch, into hir own body. Right up until a surge in the speed of it, some threshold or another of size and efficiency shi had crossed, made the whole thing jump from swallowed by hir spreading body into hir very hands starting to deform and balloon, surrendering definition to a tense, delicious pleasure.
There were still pieces of hirself that hadn’t surrendered to the experience, ones just less suited to the whole ordeal shi imagined – hir wings and hir face stood out the most there. Hir wings were still in the grip of one of the medwaldos, so that made sense – it probably kept the gas from gaining a foothold. Hir face might be a subconscious defense thing. Thaminga was quite certain those were the only two shi could make out on the map of hir senses, right up until a brushing of something smooth crossed over a bulge almost completely opposite hir enormous body from hir eyes, hir horns, hir furiously blushing cheeks. One of those blasted devices was using its free arm to stroke hir hopelessly distant dick out here in the black of space!
The shudder this time was intense – and prolonged. Biology wasn’t holding hir back anymore, that particular chunk of hir body was designed primarily to stimulate pleasure and not much else. Without any hormonal or glandular limits, there was soon a symphony of little vibrating twitches, crying out for joy in the warmth, walking pilgrimages across hir body. Thaminga’s eyes couldn’t water now, but they certainly drifted shut and started to flutter. This? This was Red’s doing. Damn floaty luminescent scoundrel.
At least, as shi felt the ka-chunk of the bot behind her switching to a new tank, he’d bought hir dinner first as it were. Thaminga still had no idea how large shi was really, just that the horizon shi created at the bottom of hir own view continued to expand with every moment. Nor was she completely up on how long shi’d been out here. It couldn’t be that long, could it? The rubbing below hir intensified, and even that flimsy grasp of time evaporated under the assault. Thaminga tried to buck hir hips, to grind back into the synthetic hand, but there weren’t hips to buck – just the massive, hollow expanse of hirself endlessly growing in the sunlight. Shi felt helpless, limitless, delicious – felt hirself slipping a little as far as consciousness was concerned. Keeping a grip on the here and now was proving difficult, at best, when everything felt so very nice.
It took something visibly changing pattern to shake hir out of hir reverie – in this instance that happened to be the hissing intrusion into hir rump going silent. Shi had, in the long run, spent Chrome knows how long soaking up rays and gasses, while being pleasured by a mischievous machine. The one below hir disconnected completely, leaving Thaminga floating in the grip of its partner with no real input, no stimulation – just the quiet heat and the gentle creaking of hir body adjusting, processing, growing stronger. Eventually there was something else though – the second bot was coming up across the horizon of her belly, gigantic as it was, trailing the empty tanks behind it and showing a lit screen on its face. No audio of course, but there was a pixelized fox face and text there.
Hey! Congratulations, I think you’re a little bigger than the ship right now. Gonna have the bots haul you back and anchor you onto the hull, then you need to relax and deflate all – or at least most – of the way so we can get you back inside and figure out just how well this worked.
The infernal little thing didn’t wait for hir to react – it just joined its partner behind hir and Thaminga felt hirself being pulled on gently. Hir view drifted as shi was moved, being dangled along like a parade float. It took only a minute or two to feel a clunk from the bots, and two gentle squeezes from the hands holding hir wings – along with a newly tightened grip. Thaminga closed hir eyes, and willed hir body to open.
Shi immediately found hirself grateful for the inability to hear anything – and for the strong grip. Contrary to their claims, even outwardly female diplomatic savants farted from time to time, and those small outbursts were nerve-wracking in and of themselves. Trying to keep them subtle, concealed, timed appropriately? It could keep one up at nights. This was to one of those a hurricane compared to blowing out a candle. Thaminga’s entire mass immediately flew to the side, held in place by solid metal grips, plastering hirself against the side of the hull as shi felt tremendous amounts of pressure eject from her body with enough force that shi knew shi’d have to forcibly tighten that hole up again when this was all over.
While shi had lost track entirely of how long shi spent in that delicious state soaking up rays and undergoing mitosis of a fashion, Thaminga couldn’t possibly be more aware of just how long shi was spending bathing the hull of the ship in fumes. At least until shi started to run out of pressure – not that it stopped the expulsion. Vacuum saw to it that even as hir body began to collapse, to lose cohesion and flatten out into a literal deflated balloon, the rate was still consistent. The feeling of being so very stretched out that to get hir back into the ship easily the bots were folding hir to make all that mass more manageable was, to put it mildly, insane – a floaty disconnection that shi used to have to pay top notch masseuses for. Once the airlocks closed though, shi told hirself, shi could start to re-consolidate and see just how effective this whole thing had been.
***
Elsewhere, back on the ship’s bridge to be specific-
“So uhm, if she’s made of that stuff-“
“Shi.”
“Shi. Right. If – well, I mean, could you do something like they do with peep shows, only better, and- I mean, I know it might take some wrangling, but-“
Agatha’s immense form shuddered gently as she let out a tense breath.
“I really want to run again. You think we could make something I could do that with?”
***
Also elsewhere – Joseph found himself seeing cascades of sparkling color dance before his eyes as he fought for breath, a heavy weight leaning down on his shoulders as his pucker was kept thoroughly stuffed and stretched out, an insatiable beast of a reptilian pirate lodged in him. There was just too much raw euphoria to think straight, to even try to contact Red, who seemed to be busy with something yet again.
Glaurec, barely managing to muster the focus to speak, clutched at the marshmallowy masses of the otter’s shoulders and grunted heavily. It was just one word, but it said volumes just the same.
“Mine.”
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Jenny Koda
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Can't wait to see more of the otter
