Spas - Chapter IV

An update to the Spas story. This one will probably go on hiatus for a bit after this.

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Chapter IV

After a ‘brief’ stop at four of the available fast food places in the food court, Tom and Spas hit up the department store at the far end of the mall. Tom added every ingredient or box meal that piqued Spas’ fancy to his cart, and finally they were back outside and headed back to his place. Tom and his cute new roommate were weighed down with bags of clothing and groceries.

“So, you have to pay for all your own supplies?” The silver-haired girl asked. The weight of six bags of groceries seemed not to affect her at all.

“Of course.”

“So you don’t get like, ration credits or anything?”

“This isn’t the military, Spas…”

Tom attempted to explain the basics of a market economy.

“That sounds kinda crappy…”

“Yeah… well… that’s a whole different conversation. Anyway I hope my power gets turned on soon or we’ll have to eat a lot of this stuff before it spoils.

Spas nodded and made a murmur in the affirmative, and Tom could hear her stomach rumble faintly in hunger already.

“Well, maybe that won’t be too much of a problem…” Tom said cautiously.

Spas blushed and laid a hand on her middle. “Sorry, I probably should have warned you. My appetite is kind of legendary.”

“That’s alright. I can get us through a few weeks at least.”

“A few weeks?”

“Well yeah, I’m a student, I’m not exactly bringing in big bucks.”

“Bucks? Like stag?”

“No, sorry, it’s a euphemism for money.”

“So, without an organization like G&K supporting you, you have to earn your own money?”

“That’s right…”

“Maybe I can help!”

Spas effortlessly swung the heavy bags of groceries around in front of her hips as she bounced on the balls of her feet, squeezing her overlarge breasts between her forearms and making them looked even larger as she looked up at Tom with innocent earnestness.

Tom blushed slightly. Was it possible he was falling for a video game character come to life? Pixels and polygons? Tom glanced down at Spas’ milky pale skin and glimmering silver pigtails. The scarlet-eyed T-doll who looked up at him with the most adorable determination he’d ever seen certainly didn’t seem like mere pixels.

“Erm… help?”

“Yeah! I could, I don’t know… go on missions and earn some credits for us!”

“Well we use money, not credits. But it’s not as simple as ‘going on missions.’”

Spas face fell so dramatically that Tom laughed, then felt bad almost immediately.

He went on to explain jobs, applications and interviews, and legal identification.

“So, to your government, I don’t exist? Well… maybe I can get fake papers, like a spy!”

“Hmm, maybe. Though I’d have no idea where to get those…”

“Oh…” Spas looked dejected for a few moments, then perked right back up.

“Well, I’m sure we’ll figure out something, if we work together!”

Tom found Spas’ indefatigable enthusiasm infectious, and smiled along with her.

***

Back at Tom’s apartment, the power was still out. A work crew at the corner was doing something with the grey boxes up on the pole, so hopefully it would be resolved soon. Tom gave Spas some of the few magazines he had so she could learn more about life in his world.

Her stomach was rumbling again, so Tom started heating up some canned soup. Spas was struggling to focus on her reading as she hummed happily, swinging her feet under the chair.

“Hmm, the styles these women wear are all so different from my uniform…” Spas noted to herself, glancing down at her chest and back at the spring dresses and ripped jeans of the models in the magazine ads.

“Yeah, kind of. That’s why we got you new clothes.”

Tom glanced away from the pan he was stirring, and noticed that the vest of her bodice was now far too tight. Shirt clad breast meat bulged out of the scoop neck of the vest, and the buttons on the shirt itself were nearing their limit. Small diamonds of skin were starting to show between each pearl white fastener.

The pale-skinned girl ran her small fingers along the curve of her chest, absent-mindedly perusing the magazine as one fingertip slowly inched toward a button.

“Um, you might not want to–“

The barest feather touch of Spas’ fingertip pushed the threads holding the button to their limit, and they surrendered their mission. The tiny circle of white plastic launched free, crossing the kitchen and landing in the soup with a -plop-.

Tom tried not to stare as several inches of cleavage appeared. He could see the next button above the gap straining even more without the aid of its neighbor. The button below was hidden by her vest, but he was certain it was engaged in a similar struggle.

“Oh no! I better go change.”

Spas darted from the room as Tom turned to fish the button from the soup and rinse it in the sink. When she returned, Spas was wearing one of the pajama rompers she’d picked out at the mall.

Dark blue and covered with chocolate chip cookies, the sleepwear molded itself snugly to the former T-doll’s torso. The leg holes barely reached as far as the skirt on her uniform had, and without boots and stockings her pale smooth legs were fully on display. Very little of her hips or butt were left to the imagination, and Tom could see the subtle softness of her middle. Spas’ waist was well defined, far more narrow than her hips, but squishy-soft and ready to be filled up at any moment. Most of her arms were bare as well, the counterparts to her long pale legs. The stars of the show however were definitely her breasts. The blue fabric of the pajamas clung well, and Tom could see the outline of her bra as she bulged out of it slightly.

“H-how does I look?”

Spas was blushing.

Tom swallowed hard and gave a thumbs up.

“Really?”

As Tom nodded, and Spas’ face lit up, lights in the apartment flared back to life, and all around they could hear electronics beeping and fans whirring. Spas jumped slightly and reached for a weapon that wasn’t at her side.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just the power coming back on.”

Spas let out a breath with a sigh.

“Oh… right.” She smiled weakly.

“Well that’s a relief. Also the soup is warmed up, you want some?”

Spas beamed at Tom.

“Yes, please!”

Just as before Spas inhaled the food. Tom heated two more cans of soup, two boxes of mac and cheese, and opened three bags of chips. With her skin-tight pajamas, Tom was able to more easily observe the effects of her feast, and could almost see her tummy puffing out as she filled it with food.

The twin-tailed girl seemed to contemplate whether to ask for more food, but restrained herself and leaned back in her chair, resting both hands on a stomach that was several inches larger than it had been when she’d changed clothes.

“I think I’m going to do some research online. Do you want to watch TV? It will probably help you more with understanding our world than those magazines.”

“I don’t know what teevee is, but sure!”

Tom put on Netflix for his new friend/roommate, and booted up his computer. While she watched sitcoms and romcoms, he scoured forums and subreddits for stories like his. Was is even possible that anyone else had had a video game character come to life? He hit dead end after dead end. The best he ever came up with was weird fan fiction. The worst of that was the ‘adult’ kind.

Hearing the rustle and groan of his couch in the other room, Tom quickly closed the tab he had open, banishing cover art of a green-clad adventurer and his princess. Looking around the space he saw that Spas was slumped down on the couch, starting to fall asleep.

Tom stretched and stood from his chair.

“Hey, you ready for bed?”

Spas’ heavy-lidded eyes popped open.

“Mmm, yeah, I guess… I want to see what happens to these kids and this number girl…”

“They’ll still be there in the morning.”

“Okaaaaay.”

Spas interlocked her fingers and stretched her arms above her head. Her breasts pushed out against her pajamas and Tom couldn’t help but follow their motion. When she returned to her normal posture he could have sworn that the orbs spilling out of her bra and into the tight fabric were more prominent than they had been that morning.

His eyes must be playing tricks on him, Tom thought. This was the first time he’d seen her in such a revealing outfit, that’s all…

Spas pulled her legs up onto the couch so she was in a ball. Her knees pressed into her breasts and made them appear to swell even larger. She held this pose for a moment then tipped over to slump on her side, stretching out again.

“I’m good here Commander, you can have your bed back.”

Spas pulled the blanket over herself and tucked the pillow Tom had used last night under her head.

“It’s Tom, Spas, not Commander.”

Spas nodded wordlessly.

“Actually, Spas is a designation too, SPAS-12… do you have a real name?”

“-mmm-”

Spas’ eyes were closed now. Tom smiled and patted her head, then turned to the bedroom.

“S…ina”

“Did you say something?”

“My name’s… Sabrina.”

“That’s a pretty name. Goodnight, Sabrina.”

“‘night Tom”

Tom laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. He found himself preoccupied by the unfamiliar but not unpleasant smells his guest had left on his sheets. While working on that he mulled over the events of the past two days. How was it possible she was here? Was she real? How long would she stay? Could he send her back? Did she want to go back? Did he want her to go back? She was his favorite GFL character by far, but did that make her real? Did that make his feelings for her real? Could he really keep her here if she didn’t belong here?

Fortunately, finally, Tom drifted off to sleep. His mind remained unsettled, but his body’s fatigue won out.