Prompt of the Week - Week 23

TAGS: Growth, Hyper, Expansion/Inflation, VR, Digimon, BE, MUSKLE

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“Little help here!”

The Gatomon fiddled with the straps on her VR headset for a bit before realizing her head was far too small for it to fit properly, requiring her friend to step in and adjust the damned thing himself; it still looked oversized on her, and certainly made it difficult for her to even move around at all without feeling like her neck was constantly undergoing whiplash, but at least it wasn’t constantly sliding off of her whenever she wasn’t holding it up. Meanwhile, the Weregarurumon by her side had already turned his own headset on and was adjusting the game instance the two of them would be sharing, already exercising his legs on the treadmill-like device he had strapped himself into; it had been decided that the Gatomon, being smaller, would have to make do with the motion trackers, while the larger Digimon would reap the benefits of actually being able to walk around properly. Not that either of them minded, as it was the cat’s first foray into the world of virtual reality, so throwing them in with as full an immersion as they could would probably lead to some unwanted motion sickness.

The game they were about to play was little more than a tech demo for a project being developed as one of the first true traditional RPGs in full VR, effectively your typical fantasy adventure but with complete immersion into the virtual world. It was ambitious, and even in its early stages it already made the Weregarurumon’s processor make a lot of noises that made him feel slightly concerned, but hopefully the active cooling would be able to keep up with the demand; the in-game world certainly looked beautiful, and a quick gaze downward revealed that their character model was incredibly detailed, being a somehow near-perfect replica of their own body, down to the patterns on his fur. Off to his side, in the starter area, the Gatomon had spawned in, tiny as she was in real life, and marvelling at how lifelike their own avatar was.

The game itself was still very early in development, and as such didn’t have a lot of distinction between your typical character classes; instead, it relied on a handful of simple spells and skills that could be used with either controllers, voice activation or specific hand motions, in the case of motion trackers. Being on the treadmill, the larger of the two decided to go with a more melee-oriented build, whereas the tiny feline beside him opted with becoming a caster, declaring her intent to “swish” her arms around and perform magic with the sort of childish glee that could be expected from someone being given their favorite toy.

Things started off innocently enough, with them talking to the first quest-giver, which hilariously enough was still a great big gray box with some flat textures applied to every side, then set off on their very first grand adventure, which involved walking about about thirty seconds to take care of a kobold infestation. Small popups appeared on their screens, meant to teach them how the game operated, most of which were duly ignored seeing as the two were far too busy having fun swinging their sword and staff around and pretending to be legendary heroes while making appropriate swooshing mouth noises. The kobolds themselves were barely a threat, being effectively a tutorial for new players; though it took a bit before the Gatomon got used to the correct hand gestures, after she learned and mastered them the cat was probably having more fun than her friend, who was seriously regretting his choice of using what amounted to a really sharp hunk of metal with collision issues. Still, they got done with their quest and, after returning its giver, levelled up, their bodies surrounded by a bright, golden light that swirled around and over them as “LEVEL UP!” appeared in front of their eyes.

This is where things first started to go awry. No sooner had they seen the message that they began feeling like something was wrong, with both of their bodies growing incredibly hot all of a sudden, and a tightness in their chests making it hard to breathe; they were about to do something about it when the sensations disappeared, leaving them incredibly confused as to what had just happened… only to have their questions answered immediately afterwards when they felt their sense of balance be assaulted and the straps they had on their bodies become far tighter than they used to be; which, coupled with a worryingly loud groaning that filled the room, had them rush to remove their headsets, only to find that, no matter how hard they tried, the bloody things refused to come off. The two stared at one another in-game, expecting to find panic and fear, but being met with generic, bland expressions instead; the immersion had been such that they forgot the game didn’t actually model what they were feeling, forcing them to try and use emotes to get their thoughts through, all while loudly asking if the other one was alright. Their words would be silenced in short order once they saw what was causing them to feel so unbalanced, though initially they refused to accept it was happening; it had to be some sort of bug or glitch with the game, something that was confusing their senses and thus leading them to go haywire, because the mere idea that it could be happening in reality was too much for them to process.

The Gatomon’s body wasn’t as tiny as it used to be, gaining inches at first and then eventually feet as it shot up to be about as tall as the gray box that gave them the quest that started it all; not only that, but her form was filling outwards as much as it was rising upwards, with the cat’s lithe frame expanding to become almost obscenely curvaceous: her waist was made thinner while her hips flared out, perfect curves that melded almost too well into the fattening thighs below them and the plush asscheeks protruding from behind, creating the bottom half of an hourglass that was completed up above with a pair of expanding breasts filling more and more of her chest. She attempted to cover herself up, bringing her oversized paws to where her nipples should be, only to make it all worse by giving her tits a way to spill over and under from the gloved claws, seemingly refusing to stop growing at all.

Meanwhile, the Weregarurumon, already freaked out from what was happening to his friend, failed to notice that his own body was reacting in much the same way, with not only height being added to him, but his musculature suddenly bulging outwards like he was having months of dedicated exercise packed into him in the matter of seconds. Biceps bulked up, his pecs practically exploded outwards, his shoulders widened and his back thickened, leaving him looking like a solid slab of raw power that just kept getting bigger the more the attempted to stop it… and judging from the sounds he could hear coming from the outside world, this wasn’t just happening in the game, but their digital nature had somehow synched up with their avatars and foisted the same changes upon them without either of the two realizing; the treadmill he was standing on began to creak ominously as his bulky legs pressed against it, ready to destroy the sturdy metal like it was made out of cheap plastic instead. Similarly to his friend, his own erogenous areas were getting quite the upgrade as well, leaving him very relieved that the game wasn’t modelling his package; considering what he was feeling down there, he wouldn’t be surprised if his nuts were dragging along the floor, making it nothing short of a miracle that the treadmill he was on even worked at all.

Both of them were left panting and gasping for breath after their transformation was complete, clutching their new bodies and looking as if they had just woken up from a nightmare. The Gatomon had her eyes transfixed by her own breasts, which had overflowed from her hands and now covered most of her torso, while her tail was having issues finding a resting place between those enormous cheeks of hers, while the Weregarurumon had to wrestle against his own muscles just so he could move around without creaking like the hull of an old ship. Worst of all was that it wasn’t… altogether unpleasant; unexpected, yes, but it was a certain sense of power and dominance that left him feeling like he could take on the world and come out the other side smelling like roses, something he could only hope his friend was going through as well. Unbeknownst to him, the feline Digimon wasn’t going in that direction exactly, but was enjoying her new body in her own, unique way; as much as her real face was torn into a grimace from the transformation, she couldn’t avoid marvelling at how soft her new assets were, or how heavy they felt on her hands, and body in general. She’d heard human women complain about back problems and similar things, but never thought she’d get to experience what it was like. Now that she did though… it wasn’t all that bad, actually; in fact, she could probably get used to it!

“A-are you ok?” she asked, daring to be the first to speak up, “I-is everything fine? Is the game still running?”

“I think so,” her friend replied, moving his hands around only to then realize that his legs were more or less stuck in the treadmill and unable to move properly, “do you wanna stop before it gets worse?”

It was an honest question, and indeed the Weregarurumon was genuinely willing to turn everything off and call it a day before things spiralled out of control. It wasn’t altogether odd for their bodies to be this malleable, as they were digital creatures to begin with; it just so happened that for their physical avatars to take a turn for the lewd wasn’t really something they were used to, nor did they plan for it to happen in any way. Thus, the two friends were left in the unenviable position of having to decide between playing it safe or giving in to instincts and desires that they were only made aware of at that very moment, a decision that neither of them really wanted to make; if things did go wrong, they’d have no one to blame but themselves… on the other hand, they felt absolutely amazing, even better the longer they remained linked to the game, and the prospect of becoming even larger wasn’t something they were willing to throw away so easily. Slowly, the two began to move again, not really saying anything; the feline was the first to do so, lowering her arms and allowing her bust to gently fall onto her torso naturally, with her male companion taking the next step and picking away the tattered remnants of their armour. It was odd how the game modelled their expanded bodies so realistically, but they weren’t going to complain; just as long as it kept working, it was better not to question it.

Tacitly, the two silently agreed to keep going and act as if things were perfectly normal, even when they clearly weren’t; each step that the Gatomon took caused so much jiggling and swaying that the poor thing had her real face stained a permanent red, while the Weregarurumon had trouble even swivelling himself from side to side, as he still insisted on keeping the treadmill as intact as possible, leaving him stuck inside a fragile, nearly-broken metal assembly that would break apart the moment he tried to do anything other than standing perfectly still. Even worse was that, to maintain this illusion of normalcy, the two took a second quest, despite knowing it would most likely contribute to their issue, and set off to deliver a message to the local guard captain about the kobold infestation being much bigger than expected. Once there, they were tasked with heading into the mines and planting explosives to seal off some of the access tunnels, which they gladly accepted and set off to do, still ignoring how they were willingly walking into another growth spurt.

As it turned out, they walked into it a lot faster and sooner than they anticipated. One of the spells the Gatomon had taken for herself was a simple buff, which she hadn’t had the opportunity to use before; all it did was increase their defense stat to provide protection against melee attacks, but as soon as she cast it on both herself and her friend, the two of them knew for a fact that the game was about to throw another curveball at them thanks to their reckless disregard for basic safety and logic. After all, did they honestly think that they could just ignore what had happened to them and not have it happen again? The game’s coding certainly seemed to think otherwise, seeing as their bodies began to expand once again, and kept doing so for as long as the buff was active, no matter how many times they tried to stop it; whenever they attempted to willingly forgo of its effects, the UI helpfully reminded them that manual cancellation of helpful buffs was still not coded into the game itself, leaving the two of them to endure the consequences while the kobolds around them, oddly enough, took several steps back and ran away at the sight.

One wonders why, considering what sort of sight it was; the Gatomon could only hold onto her chest for dear life, perhaps hoping that this would allow them to control it, only to find that it kept on inflating regardless of how much she might want it not to. Cup size after cup size passed by, as more and more of her chest was obscured by a pair of mounds that retained so much firmness that they defied the concept of being natural, a shape and size that could only work together precisely because of her digital nature. Down below, her hips and ass were becoming suitably thicker as well, each second of the buff adding a handful of pudge for wandering, greedy hands to hold onto. Though she might have cried out for it to stop, it was more of an instinctual reaction than anything else, as the feline Digimon didn’t really mean it; the part of her that wanted the growth to continue had rapidly grown itself to encompass most of her conscious self, with the tiny aspect crying out for safety and caution being smothered underneath its weight.

The Weregarurumon, meanwhile, had gone in the exact opposite direction, throwing caution to the wind completely and embracing his new and improved self with renewed gusto, even if he didn’t know how it worked, why it worked, or if it would even remain that way once they managed to get their headsets off. Each step he took was a monumental undertaking, and almost literally so; his body had become so tightly packed with muscle mass that simply moving it from place to place was enough to cause the whole world around him to shake violently whenever his paws cracked the ground or created a small crater. Above the waist, to call him buff would be an understatement of the highest order, as it was now hard for him to even so much as move his arms without leading to a lot of undue, but highly desirable rubbing, only worsening the effects the transformation was having on him; within mere seconds, the treadmill he had been strapped to snapped in half, the loud clanging of its metallic struts hitting the ground signalling that he’d have to use his controllers to move around now… not that he was particularly interested in playing the actual game itself.

By the time the buff was gone, they were practically unrecognizable, and judging by how the Weregarurumon could feel the top of his real head touching his ceiling in the real world, he could only imagine how “deformed” they must be after going through such a drastic transformation in-game. And yet, despite this, they couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was wrong, that it wasn’t the fact that he was a lumbering pile of sinewy, vascular musculature and his friend had so many curves that she could put professional models and lewd artists to shame alike, nor was it the unfortunate reality that they were now having to exercise quite a bit of willpower not to immediately jump on one another and make good use of their new size while they still could. No, what they felt was wrong was that they were only level two; after all, the first quest had leveled them up once, and they hadn’t gone up again. In fact, given that their experience bars were still only halfway filled and all the kobolds had run off to goodness knows where, it was quite likely that they’d only get to level three by placing the explosives and then making their way back to the quest giver… which, seeing as their bodies were becoming more and more unwieldy whenever they did anything, was going to be bit of a problem.

But that was just it: it was getting there that was the problem, not the levelling up, certainly not the ensuing growth spurt that was inevitably going to take place. While they might have once believed it best to turn around while they were still ahead, now they couldn’t even fathom the idea of not plowing forward with no regard for their personal safety. After all, wasn’t that exactly why they were playing that game to begin with? To have fun and enjoy themselves? Why not keep going and see where it led them?

Why not have fun?