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Fading into view, materializing as though exhibiting some strange, unknown power, I appeared in a city I had never seen before, yet with a faint familiarity burrowed somewhere in the depths of my mind. At first, I did not realize that I was floating several inches off the ground, or that looking down at my legs and torso, plus both arms at my sides, I could see right through myself; a temporary transparency affecting me as I became solid after several seconds, watching my skin and clothes become clear as day. If only the weather here matched my state of being. Before I could try to figure out where I had been transported to, right as I lifted my right arm and watched my light skin tone and burgundy sleeve fully come into view, I fell onto the ground below me with a startling drop, letting out a quick yelp as the back of my body landed on an already-cracked chunk of concrete. Upon impact, I laid there for a few seconds, slowly sitting up soon after, a bit shaken but ultimately unharmed. Had I been any higher, I surely would have been injured in the fall. As I sat with my legs sticking out in front of me, rubbing the palm of my right hand against my temple while reorienting myself, a flood of thoughts suddenly submerged my brain, uncertainty ringing throughout it over my current whereabouts and circumstances.     “Nghhh… so much for a smooth ride.” I uttered in my low baritone voice, unable to recall how I ended up in this strange place. “But where the hell am I?”     Lifting my head up and looking around, I took in my new surroundings. The city had been deserted, not a single soul in sight. It was evident that this place once boasted much colour, from the buildings and billboards to the cars that looked abandoned, some of them still parked towards the sidewalk while others remained on the road. Where bright greens, striking reds, and many more colours once shone in their brightest, purest hues, like something out of a vivid comic book, dulled shades had weakened them, practically sucking the life out of everything here. Almost this whole environment had been tinged in varying shades of grey, a faint layer of fog permeating throughout, the skies above appearing bland and lifeless as though cloudy days had become the norm around here. Skyscrapers practically surrounded me from the encircling city blocks, looming over me in their unfathomable attempt at intimidation, their steel beams and glass exteriors bending at will to look me in the eye; an outsider who was not welcome here. Getting over the initial shock of materializing and falling onto the ground, not to mention the strange feeling of being watched that plagued me from here on out, I slowly stood back up onto my own two feet, observing more of what had become of this place, my dark brown eyes drawn to something rather large. In the far distance, facing me from a great span of miles away as it stood tall with the buildings, I could make out a once bright red billboard that read in bold black letters:     “‘Welcome to… Jump City?’” I read aloud, squinting my eyes a little despite the remnants of the letters’ bold outline that must have once made it legible from anywhere throughout this urban land.     Upon immediately reading the sign, I felt a slight yet unshakable throb infiltrate my head, accompanied by the feeling of something unknown swirling around in its confines, almost like whatever it was would burst through my skull at any second. I bent my neck down, clutching each side of my head with both hands, grunting and grinding my teeth in the midst of this sudden discomfort. And slowly, as though suffering a slight delay over my mind and body’s arrival into this world, memories returned to me, filling in the blanks as to what was going on and how I ended up here.     They called it a state-of-the-art immersive experience, unlike anything that had ever been done before. Already, the likes of virtual or augmented reality came to mind, providing a fair semblance of immersion but ultimately stopping short of fully realizing their potential, whether from the technology not being advanced enough, or a lack of money to fund such leaps forward, or corporate executives not knowing anything about what they do in their positions and only caring about profit. What set this system apart from all the rest - headset and all - was actually committing to immersion, capable of bringing worlds to life through revolutionary breakthroughs in the medium, reading your mind to take you wherever you wanted to go. No longer would you simply find a few of your senses brought to some commendable yet faux simulation that tried to recreate a place that dreams were made of. Now, your body, mind, and soul could all be fully transported, giving you a true taste of realism that could not be found anywhere else. Despite its relative recency in being released to the masses, I just knew I had to try it, dying to immerse myself in another world entirely. While I knew it would bring me somewhere that my mind desired, I felt certain that this city was nowhere to be found in my many thoughts. Why I was brought here of all places, I had no idea.     “Jump City…” I repeated to myself, standing straight back up as the discomfort inside quickly subsided, still trying to wrap my head around my arrival here. “Where is this place even from? You’d think this tech would be able to take me to the turtles’ lair in the New York sewers, not some random city giving me the creeps!”     I sighed, both from my frustrations regarding the new reality I found myself in, and in recovering from the terrible cranial tremors that came and went. “At least I’m all in one piece. Better that than being in a million little ones.”     Getting over the return of crucial memories, I began to take my first steps inside this unknown world, hoping to come across at least one other individual other than myself. Whether it was to find further immersion or offset the creepiness of being the only one around, either explanation sufficed.     “Helloooooo!!” I shouted from the top of my lungs, clasping both hands around my mouth like some makeshift megaphone. “Is anyone there?”     My words travelled throughout the nearby streets, echoing across a considerable distance before dissipating into the lingering fog, receiving nothing in return by no one or thing.     “Tch… figures. C’mon, Oscar. It shouldn’t be hard to find someone in this place.” I mumbled to myself, pressing onward as though I was the sole survivor of some unknown apocalypse.     Cautiously albeit with a sense of determination, I made my way through Jump City, roaming from one street to the next, wondering what awaited me. Across a fair span of time, I descended into the heart of the urban landscape, navigating through a labyrinth of city-blocks and their buildings, following my gut instinct to lead me along this uncertain path. The abandoned cars I saw when first arriving only grew in number the more I walked around, weaving through a sea of them with every road I progressed along, each metallic machine either vertically or horizontally left in fixed positions, splayed out as unintentional roadblocks everywhere I went. From their lingering presence, I found myself alternating from street to sidewalk and back again, wondering how things became so chaotic here. Adding to this mystery, clothes and miscellaneous belongings littered the streets, the remnants of countless people whom they once must have belonged to. I could see phones and bags, shoes and hats, entangled with top and bottom clothing. No matter what I saw, even as time seemed to stay still, I kept on going, eventually emerging from downtown and being met with another strange sight.     Standing in the middle of an intersection, looking across a vast body of water barely visible through the layered fog, I saw what appeared to be an enormous building isolated on its own island, separate from the city while still being one with it. The structure spanned innumerable feet upward, ascending higher than even the tallest skyscrapers nearby, almost coming off as comically large as it stood atop of its small plot of land. Even through the forest of towering skyscrapers, my view of this island remained relatively clear. Making this building most peculiar outside of its size and location was its shape, clearly resembling the letter T constructed from immense glass and steel, its surface likely to shine bright if the weather here allowed for even a hint of sunshine. From where I could see it, the structure stood partially angled to the left, like it was posing heroically towards the unusually-still water that it overlooked. Nevertheless, its presence perplexed me.     “A giant building in the shape of a T.” I uttered in disbelief, staring at it from many miles away, trying to comprehend its purpose amidst the rest of the city’s typical layout. “Who’s it even for? Must be important to whoever lives there, that’s for sure.”
     BZZZZZT!!
     “Agh!!” I yelped towards the water, panic zapping through me like a lightning strike.     From the corner of my eye and ear, the sound of humming electricity came alive from somewhere behind, startling me before turning around to face it, my back now towards the T-shaped tower. Both eyes navigated two sides of storefronts looking out towards one another with the cluttered street separating them. Until now, every building I came across had been void of power, the invasion of dull greys reaching their insides too. But in this moment, I could see bright yellow hues echoing from a quaint, pink-coloured shop several buildings down, on the right side of the sidewalk from where I stood. Right away, I set off once again, my footsteps becoming more casual as opposed to the nervous shuffles that plagued my earlier movements throughout the city. Upon hopping onto the sidewalk and progressing along for another series of seconds, I could better sense and see the lights from the shop, bright yellow rays radiating from within, practically instilling a much-needed warmth to my soul. My footsteps briefly quickened, racing over to the shop to see what it contained, taking better sight of its details and intricacies the closer I got, catching a whiff of frosting and sugar that grew stronger with every hasty step along the narrow concrete path.     “Finally!” I hopingly let out, eyes twinkling in the vicinity of the shop’s lights. “There must be someone in there that can tell me what’s going on. Oh, and it smells divine!”     Once in front of the small rectangular building, sandwiched between two vast pillars of corporate steel, I turned to face it with brimming curiosity, finding myself staring right into the insides of a bakery through its window, intently eyeing it alongside the building itself with a quick turn of the head. With its exterior painted in light pinks and whites, even after being sullied by the invaded greys, this confectionary shop looked different to any other building in Jump City, that’s for sure… aside from that big T on the other side of the water. From outside, it looked to be no wider than a delivery truck, the height of its walls about the same from eyeballing its dimensions. Peering in, its interior matched that of a restaurant’s dining room, with lengthy queues and a lone cash register propped up on a clean marbled countertop, surrounded by two large display cases on each side of it, allowing at least a couple dozen pasties to fit inside both. While these displays by the register were lacking in sweets - in addition to anyone inside the store - the view right before me was anything but, distracting me from the lack of people within its walls. With a singular arched door of faded pink towards the shop’s left end, a sizeable rectangular window occupied the rest of its front wall, spanning all the way to the right-side, stopping short of reaching the entrance by a few inches. This large glass pane presented a magnificent display of divine desserts. I could make out all sorts of lovely creations, many of them my own personal favourites.     From left to right, across two lengthy tables behind and along the window as white and shiny as porcelain, I spotted trays of gooey brownies on the front one slightly above the window’s bottom edge, cut into pieces but still in the trays they had been freshly baked in, a few dozen donuts across three boxes, fluffy and coated in frosting, plentiful in terms of the kinds I could make out, and salted caramels diced into rectangular shapes as big as the brownies, stacked onto a shiny square plate. On the table behind the front one, a few feet taller in comparison to it, two giant cakes sat on each end of its surface, triple-layered and frosted with chocolate so sweet my eyes started to ache from the sugar they detected, two plates of lemon cream cheese crêpes placed next to each cake, leading towards the table’s center, and my beloved, a French silk pie as large as a pizza, its soft chocolatey insides and soothing whipped cream catching my attention the most out of this sweetened feast. Needless to say, I instantly found myself salivating from the mere sight of these desserts, my upright hands pressing against the window, the tip of my nose nearly touching the glass.     “Holy shit, these look so yummy!” I spoke in a near-delirious state, entranced by a display able to catch the eyes of anyone walking by. “They look just as good as the ones back home. I wonder if I can put on a little weight from these? I always look the same no matter how much I stuff myself.”     At the same time, backing up slightly from the window, gazing into myself from the storefront’s display, I could see my body and its accompanying outfit staring back at me, a somewhat see-through reflection reminiscent of my arrival into this abandoned city, the glass pane in front of me giving off a sense of transparency. Through it, I observed my appearance as I had always known it. My Caucasian skin-tone showed itself through my face, neck, and hands, the rest of my body obscured by a burgundy zip-up jacket, loose jeans lightly brushing against the ground, and black lace-up shoes, with a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of my nose. Topping off my physical form, a head of chestnut hair stood out as it always did, fluffy with visible tufts scattered throughout the mass covering my ears and forehead, almost descending onto the back of my neck. Despite still leaning forward a tad against the window, my height of a few inches beyond six feet remained as substantial as always, almost equal to that of the door leading into the bakery. It felt destined that I would continue to stare at and hunger for the sweets and pastries on the other side of the window, akin to a swinging stopwatch trying its best to hypnotize me. But before much longer, breaking this trance while propelling my desire along, I felt my body expressing its own to be filled with these confectionaries.
     GUUUUURRRRRRRRRGGLLLLLLL…
     Unsurprisingly, my eyes widened considerably, my saliva’s production going into overdrive as my stomach let out an eager roar of hunger.     “Nghh…” I groaned with my stomach, hungering discomfort reverberating all throughout me. “I knew I should’ve eaten something before coming here.”     I placed my right hand against my thin, clothed middle, looking down as my digits slightly rubbed overtop it. As much as I regretted not having at least a snack beforehand, an opportunity for tasting realistic food in this place continued glaring at me from the other side of the window, recognizing it while feeling compelled to give these desserts a try, especially if it meant that my figure would be bestowed a hearty number of calories. It was a good thing no one was around to hear my stomach’s cry for fulfillment, nor what I would do to try and get inside the bakery. Finally removing myself from the sizeable window, I made my way left to the lone door outside, grabbing onto its large silver handle with my right hand, twisting it left and right with a light effort that quickly devolved into a feverish frenzy. Try as I might, grunting as I even resorted to pushing my body against it, I could not get the door open.     “There must be locks running up and down the other side of the door. Or maybe they barricaded the place from inside.” I pondered during my efforts, pushing the left side of my body into the door while my right hand continued turning the knob, proceeding to sound increasingly irritated with every continued push made against it. “Surely I can just- THUMP! get it- THUMP! open!”     After way too many tries to count, I felt my drive to get inside fade away, leaving me defeated as I planted both hands upon the door, briefly catching my breath.     “Aww… this sucks.” I could only express of my disappointment, before hearing a commotion coming down the street from my left, quickly standing up and turning my head to that same direction, trying to see what was going on.     Down the street, largely obscured between the vehicular roadblocks scattered everywhere, I could spot movement up ahead, three blurry shapes running along the paved road, weaving in and around the cars like I had been doing during my own tour through the city. As they grew closer, moving onto the stretch of sidewalk that reached the bakery, I could better make out their forms, seeing a trio of animals running down the street, heading right towards me! Not wishing to fall onto the ground for a second time today, I instinctually pushed myself against the bakery door, turning around to see them dart past me, a bare foot or two distancing us. In the brief blur of a glimpse obtained, I saw a cat, a dog, and a ferret, each chasing after the other respectively, all making noise at one another. Right away, the sight confused me. What were they running away from? Beyond that uncertainty, I could not discern a single physical attribute to any of them, as each were comprised of shadowy silhouettes that should not be running around in the daytime itself, looking like a memory in the process of decaying. Within this miniscule instant, a sudden but swift connection to these animals arose from the bottom of my heart, compelling me to join them in their confounding chase.     “Wait! Where are you all going?!” I called out to them.     But my words were futile, for they ran right by without a care in the world.     As I stepped forward from the door and turned to observe them, the trio continued chasing one another down the path, before turning left into an alleyway that I swore was not there before. Giving chase, I followed after them with quickening footsteps, leaving the desserts behind as curiosity got the better of me. I ran past a handful of buildings, seeing the alley that the animals had gone down and making a sharp turn into it. Dim and desolate, the narrow corridor seemed to stretch on forever, the cat, dog, and ferret well ahead of me no matter how fast I moved. In my desperation to reach them, I failed to notice a garbage bag slumped over in the middle of the path, my left foot colliding into it as I tripped with my current speed. Right as I felt the front of my torso hit the ground, seeing the animals run out of sight, the world around me flickered out into a deep, black void, passing by for a split second, myself never able to comprehend this brief plane of existence before leaving it just as quick.
     WHUMP!!
     “Ough!” I instinctually grunted aloud, feeling no pain as my stomach landed on a black sofa in the shape of a half-circle that was not here before, my head, torso, and legs now resting upon the middle of its soft cushions.     Pushing my hands against the couch, I raised myself up, lifting my head and looking around, only to be met with an environment completely different from that of the city. I now occupied the center of a room bigger than a gymnasium, a spacious living quarters of two levels separate by a half-dozen feet in height, boasting light gray flooring with a few welcome accommodations. To my left, descending from the ceiling, a giant television screen a couple dozen feet tall and double in width glared back at me, displaying nothing as a wall-sized pane of glass showcased the outside world from behind and each side of the screen, the television obscuring its center. Nighttime had erased the dull grays of the day once beyond the window, hazy clouds floating amidst dark yet oddly vivid blue skies. Inside, white lights beamed down from the far-distant ceiling, brightly-lit in comparison to the harshness of the darkened view outside.     In front of me and to my right, a minimalistic kitchen looked to have been made spotless by whoever last used it, bearing no clutter upon its two yellow countertops, almost forming a complete rectangular shape with curved edges, instead appearing as two L-shapes with a gap at the upper left end and another at the right-side bottom end. Cupboards and cabinets of darkened gray hid beneath these shining surfaces, both contrasting nicely in their distinct complexions. Oppositely from the kitchen, behind and to my right, I saw a pair of tables the same hue as the countertops, a black bench extending to both against a short wall to their right. No other noise than my own breathing - ragged at first but soon steadying itself out - filled the space that only I seemed to occupy, not a soul to be sensed.     “Great… now where am I?” was all I could muster at first, otherwise staring at my new surroundings for several seconds in silence, feeling at the very least comforted by this new development while also greatly confounded.     Carefully, I sat up completely from the couch once turning left, standing up and onto a slight circular divot in the floor in front of the furnishing, like a pristine crater intentional in the design of this large living room. Covering this divot alongside an outer circle double in circumference, velvety red carpet made its striking presence known, plucked straight from a glamourous film premiere as it extended in three separate directions from where my shoes brushed against its fuzzy complexion. Two of these pathways emerged from the sides of the divot, leading up short stairs of a handful of steps, each slight elevation leading to a door of solid metal hidden by slanted walls of the same material, the rooms behind them I had no clue. Above both doorways, a dark gray wall with strange bright red patterns emitted a soft glow into the living room, appearing akin to that of circuitry but it was hard to tell all the same. The third pathway, at least twice as wide, extended from behind the sofa, leading down a stretch of floor longer than the other two pathways, up several steps, and towards a metal door of its own, larger than the ones the side strips of carpet led to.     “That door looks promising.” I pondered to myself, looking at the one which the carpet behind the couch stretched towards. “Its gotta take me to someone. There’s no way I can be the only one here.”     From this reaffirmed determination, I walked behind the couch and followed the wide line of carpet, passing through the space between the kitchen and seating area before walking up several steps to the sizeable door. It split open in half right as I approached it, moving and sounding like something out of an old science-fiction show. As I progressed through this entryway, I found myself within a wide, dimly-lit corridor reminiscent of an airport’s boarding bridge - albeit enormous - that stretched on for a considerable distance, branching off at its end into two separate horizontal paths, complete with a light gray wall at its end to match the ones on each side of me. Walking along the dark grey floor, the hallway made me feel as though I had shrunken out of nowhere, the ceiling and walls towering well above me, doing my best to keep my nerves in check as I reached the imposing wall and split path at its end. Looking to my left then right, my eyes scoured the distant view of these two hallways, each the same size as the one I had just ventured through, although with something more that caught my attention. Through the considerable darkness that lingered down each path, I could make out the shadowy shapes of five doorways: Three to my left and two to my right; the second door to the right all the way down that corridor’s end. From this observation, I spent several seconds deliberating as to which way I would go first, soon deciding based on a simple yet admittedly juvenile thought.     “Let’s go left to right, just like a book.” I proclaimed to myself with the hint of a smirk, turning and proceeding down the split path to my left, the sounds of my footsteps against the cold floor acting as my companion through this latest bout of exploration.     Upon entering this half of the corridor, walking a fair ways down from where I had turned, I reached the first door open upon the right side of the wall. Despite continual nerves pestering me, I peeked my head inside as I gazed within the space, calling out a clear albeit still nerve-wracked “Hello?” before finding myself letting out a surprised “Whoa…” almost immediately.     Inside, I saw a room that seemed far longer than it was wide, modeled after a dojo like the set of some kung-fu movie. Its walls were coloured a slightly dull white, with brown wooden features found primarily in the furniture. While the choice of colour in this room seemed fairly ordinary from what I could tell in its dim lighting - thanks to the hallway light and the wall-sized window opposite from me that granted moonlight and a view of calm waters - a blue bed sitting in the corner down the right, up against the giant window, added a bit of life to this space, containing a plethora of training equipment meant to aid one in sharpening their combat skills.     “Whoever’s place this is either loves themselves a good action flick, or is badass enough to star in one.” I verbally mused to myself, glancing around the room without ever fully stepping inside, wishing to not disturb the place that ought to have meant a lot to whoever occupied it.     Approaching the next room after leaving the first and advancing down the corridor, I again peeked in through its open doorway, this one on the left-side of the wall, being met with a sight much different than the room before it. Purple walls and pink furniture greeted me, with fabulous shades of both colours coating the whole area. Much like the dojo, this space had its own bed near its own large and lengthy window, pink drapes pushed to each side of the eye-catching view. Adjacent to the bed and facing its side, I could see a pink vanity with an accompanying mirror, its surface covered with all sorts of product, their unseen user trying their hardest to make themselves look stunning.     “That’s a lot of makeup there.” I observed with keen eyes, glancing around the still room. “I can only hope the one using them is not too worried about how they look… must be trying to fit in.”     Reaching the end of the corridor, I was surprised to see the final door shut, mystifying me as I reached its dense metal composition. Once directly facing it to the right-side wall, about to try and figure out how to get inside, I shivered with severity, feeling a sharp chill run down my spine. A strange force surrounded me, unseen and unexplainable, instilling a sense of dread that felt wholly inexplicable in its sudden presence. It paralyzed me for a brief instant, preventing my hands from prying against the door any further. Even if I could open it with enough effort, it was clear that someone, or something, unfathomable to the likes of me, really did not want anyone inside their personal sanctuary.     “Yeah… I’m not going in there.” I bluntly spoke after breathing in with clenched teeth, turning away from the door and heading back to where I came from, no longer wishing to see what lurked on the other side.     Having seen all there was to see on this side of the lengthy corridor, I made my way to the right side of where the initial path had split. The first door down this other half was fortunately open like the two on the left, easily the largest room when I took a gander at it from its opening on the right-side wall. From glowing blue lights scattered throughout, I saw a spacious workstation, almost something straight out of the future itself. Intricate circuits and parts laid across the surface of the available tablespace, blank monitors visible in a few select places. On the other side of the room, alongside its own window, there stood a large, rectangular slab of metal slanted at a forty-five-degree angle, facing the wall to my left, supported by a sturdy metal base that must have kept it in place no matter how much weight laid against it.     “Maybe this is someone’s bedroom too?” I curiously questioned, my eyes glued to the metal slab that started to resemble a bed. “But if it is, who or- what it is meant for? Some kind of heavy machinery, that’s for sure.”     All that was left for me to check out was a single room located at the very end of this corridor, its doorway clinging to the left wall. In the leadup to reaching it, my thoughts and feelings could not help but shift from curiosity to concern, fear and hope; unsure of what to expect. Soon enough, I stood directly before the open entrance, confusion swiftly overwriting all other feelings as I stared into an utter pigsty, unlike the previous rooms that I had seen. Enclosed by light green walls with a thick bottom trim of dark green, piles of various clothes littered the jade-green floor, spilling from drawers and dressers and slumped-over tables, these furnishings hugging against both sides of the walls. Joining them, comic books splayed out everywhere, many of them open, either face-up or down as they mixed in with the slathering of clothes, the two mingling to create a sea of belongings haphazardly laying as they pleased. All the way across from me, a bunk-bed containing twin mattresses contained its own spillage of clothes, some hanging from the top bunk, ready to fall onto the already-crowded bottom one. I could not believe how much this room set itself apart from the rest, those ones at least tidied to some extent, having nothing on the slobby conditions permeating this rectangular space, stretching out vertically from where I stood.     “What a mess.” I spoke my truth, eyeing the walls left and right, seeing colourful, albeit goofy posters spread along them all.     I found myself in a strange trance over such a unique space, hard to resist as I was drawn towards it. Disbelief wracked my brain, over a room that seemed more lived-in than every other I had checked out. Although I had been respectful not to mess with the rooms before it, this time, I felt compelled to step inside, minding my footsteps over barren gaps of actual carpet showing themselves between the comics and clothes. Turning on a light-switch directly to my right, next to the open doorway, white lights turned on above me, three lines of circular little bulbs running along the ceiling coloured like the walls. Step by step, I maneuvered my way through, going over to the dressers and tables, stopping intermittently to look at the comic books, seeing all sorts of strange, even wacky adventures on covers or miscellaneous pages, many of them depicting superheroes. It was once I stood in the center of the room that a lone object caught my eye, staring at it as my body directly faced ahead. Sitting atop a pile of clothes on the bottom of the bunk-bed, I saw a light grey belt comprised of several square shapes interlinked with one another, an oval-shaped center allowing its other end to fasten into it and become one. The room’s lights shone down upon it, giving the impression that it was an ancient artifact kept secured inside an eons-old temple. In no time, I carefully walked over to the bed, picking up and examining the object with each end in the grasp of my hands.     “Now what do we have here?” I amusedly asked, my fingers feeling its cold metal composition, only a bit bigger and longer than that of a ruler. “Ooh! Pretty sweet if I say so myself.”     Hastily, the cogs in my head began to turn, thinking of something I dared not do even when near any of the other rooms. Taking the belt, I proceeded to try and put it on, wrapping it around my waist once bringing it around to its back half, each hand holding onto each end of it. To my surprise, although not a very big one for the concept of common observation did not intervene, the belt was far too small for my already-slim figure, barely surrounding my waist from behind before growing taut, its two ends several inches apart from neatly clicking together.     “Ghh! C’mon already!” I grunted as my hands fumbled in the presence of frustration, trying to pull both ends of the belt together despite the clear nature of its miniscule size not being compatible with me.     It was already bad enough that I could not put on much weight, having no choice but to come to terms with the figure I had and would continue to possess, but in the pursuit of trying to adorn myself with this belt - an article of clothing that truly fascinated me amidst my typical, easygoing sense of fashion comprised of baggy clothes of straightforward colours - the thought dawned upon me that I was truly nowhere near skinny enough to actually wear something that I felt unmistakably drawn towards, forced to confront the fact that I would never have the right physique to express myself as I wished to. It irked me to no end, rage nowhere to be seen for a sense of sadness permeated me from inside. And yet, I failed to notice something most peculiar during my determined actions and state of mind. With every tug and pulling motion my hands made against the belt, trying to fasten it shut despite its evident inability to do so, the tips of my fingers and thumbs became a light shade of green, the hue almost resembling that of a pear. Its presence upon me appeared almost non-existent at first, thin horizontal lines forming from thin air. Slowly, unseen by my eyes with both hands’ ragged movements, the colour creeped down them, almost giving the illusion that I had been finger-painting. After spending a solid moment with much determination, I ceased my efforts, unable to wear this one-of-a-kind belt.     “Damn it!” I expressed with exasperation, yanking the belt off my waist with the simple pull of my right hand, holding it like a bothersome snake. “The one time I find something cool and I can’t wear it. I’ll never have the right body. This thing was made for a true string-bean.”     Bummed out, I tossed the belt back onto the bed, stuffing both hands into the pockets of my jeans before turning around and shuffling out the room, not even bothering to turn off the lights as I made my disgruntled exit. From beneath my pockets, however, still unbeknownst to me, the envious green upon my fingertips had only just begun its voyage.     “Five rooms and not a single sign of life anywhere.” I groaned aloud upon returning to the living room through its open door, frustrated over my futile efforts to find someone else in this world. “Not to mention, finding a rad-looking belt that doesn’t fit me.”
     VRRRRRR!!
     “Gah!”     Jumping back with a gasp, nearly tripping and falling before catching my footing, a terrible albeit quick fright overcame me as the television screen suddenly receded into the ceiling, a sight so fast that I nearly missed it through the merest act of blinking. In its swift absence, I could now see the entirety of the enormous window that the couch faced, spanning the entire wall, beckoning me to its view with nothing but a sea of dark blue sky.     “I’m way too tired for this.” I uttered amid my recovery in a monotone voice, some semblance of composure returning as I walked between the kitchen and seating area, wondering if I could see anything noticeable from the giant glass pane. “I’ve already had enough of this spooky crap for one day. Better be something good outside if this place wants me to look.”     Reaching the couch at the living room’s center, I ventured to my left, following the strip of carpet as I ascended the forthcoming steps and turned to my right, making my way onto and along the living room’s upper-level, soon approaching the clear and clean surface that granted me a stunning view of my outdoor surroundings. A mere foot away, I stood before the precise center of the window, a small speck against it despite my considerably tall height. Like the bakery display, I could see my reflection in the glass, this time a little clearer on account of the bright lights that drenched the whole room, seeing my frazzled, baggy-clothed self once again, hands still pushed inside the depths of my pockets as I started looking around. Beyond my reflection, barely able to discern from the severe presence of the skies and their harsh blue hue, I started seeing the outlines of buildings and skyscrapers on the far edges from where I stood, the waters between them a subtle yet dark teal in the presence of moonlight. Looking to my right, I could see a giant clump of skyscrapers nearly submerged into the dark, not a single light on, while a lengthy bridge stretched out along a fair portion of the horizon. As I turned my head all the way to the left, I not only noticed more buildings that were barely visible, but a faint yellow light that appeared fuzzy from where I stood.     “What the-?” I mumbled to myself, immediately planting both hands against the glass after taking them out of my pockets - one by each side of my head - their palms pressed right against it as my head faced sharply to the left, its right side pushing into the window.     Darkness engulfed the distant streets, the fog still lingering throughout. Hazily, I could make out the lone light from the bakery that continued to gleam onto the road it faced, a speck of hope amidst the gloom, making its mark on a world plunged into a void empty of life aside from myself. Not far from it, only slightly closer to me, I recognized a familiar spot where I had been standing when the skies were grey, realizing right then and there that I was now inside the T-shaped tower I had stared at back in the city, situated where the horizontal and vertical lines comprising the letter made contact with one another at the top.     “I’m inside that ridiculous tower?” I uttered in realization, confusion reaching its breaking point as my eyes started darting around the place. “I can’t believe it! How the hell did I even get… here…”     Before I could launch into a tirade about my stuck situation inside this barren world, I noticed another one enveloping my fingers as my eyes glanced upon their startling new hue. It had to have only been a lone moment since exploring those strange rooms, yet the instant I closely observed my digits, they had fully become a light shade of green, my nails slightly darker, the colour pouring onto my knuckles and continuing to descend down my hands, my whole body trembling as I swiftly brought both of them up to and in front of my face, staring at them intently, fearfully.     “Oh, god…” The words spewed out from my mouth, breaths heaving irregularly as my heart started thumping louder. “What is this stuff?”     Across a few slow, quivering movements, I stepped away from the window, terror carved onto my face, seeing my whole body in its reflection once far enough as the green complexion ravished the rest of my light-toned skin. By now, the colour had taken over the rest of my hands, causing me to launch into a brief yet furious frenzy to try and wipe it off me, both appendages practically clawing at each other to remove that which could not be removed. Alas, even with just a handful of seconds going by, my heart could not take the ravenous effort alongside my tremendous fear, forcing me to stop and stare at my upper limbs, the green’s conquest unstoppable for it proceeded to run down my wrists and beneath my burgundy sleeves. I scrambled to roll them up upon each arm - swearing that they felt easier to move, baggier perhaps, but a difference that I could not tell in the moment, along with their already-loose nature - before sticking them out in front of me like a zombie, witnessing myself turn. The alteration to my skin rapidly sped up, seemingly spreading faster the more it consumed. It was as though it possessed some incomprehensible form of sentience that knew what it was doing to me, and that it would simply not stop until it accomplished what it set out to do.     “No- no, no, no, no, no, no-” I could only briefly blubber, bending over to try and roll up my right-side pantleg from one of the many thoughts swimming around my head, only to freeze upon grabbing the fabric with my fingers and thumb, pulling more of it than what usually hugged my lower limb.     While it was easy to overlook the increased bagginess of my jacket, this observation and accompanied sensation with my jeans made me stop and examine them closer, my eyes going from the looser material to my exposed lower leg and ankle. Although they had not yet turned green, I was met with the unmistakable sight that they appeared skinnier, steadily shrinking in size to the horror that struck my senses thereafter. Whimpering, I instantly recoiled from the sight, letting go of my pantleg and standing back up, hoping somewhere deep inside myself that what I saw was merely some sort of fear-induced illusion. Looking back up from where I stood, however, the window seemed a lot taller than it was mere seconds ago. Granted, it already boasted such expansive dimensions, especially compared to myself, but what I now observed made me realize that my green skin only brought about the start of such bodily mayhem. I could see the top of the window and the ceiling above me growing distant, steadily towering over me with the onset of my widening eyes. Suddenly, being distracted from the revelation that I was inexplicably shrinking in size, I could feel much of my skin tingle from exposure to the cool living room air, looking back down at myself to realize my clothes were limply hanging and descending from my body, no longer fitting me like they once did.     “This can’t be happening!” I blurted out with a distraught scratchiness in my tone, already losing an entire foot in height as my clothes slumped against my thinning figure. “It just… can’t!!”     Panic welled up inside me, fuller than any meal has ever made me feel before. I could only watch helplessly as the world around me grew, my height severely reducing itself while everything about me turned lankier. All my limbs shriveled into twigs, both hands now as big as my palms back when they were standard-sized. My lean stomach became leaner, steadily narrowing to a fraction of what it once was, both hips and thighs joining it in this trim formation. With each passing second, my outfit appeared more and more like I had deliberately worn clothes bigger than me, increasingly so at that and more than usual. Medium… large… extra-large… extra-extra large and beyond… the difference between them and my smaller body would not stop growing more drastic. Desperately, I grabbed onto the sides of my jeans with both hands, yanking and hoisting them up in an attempt to keep my lower half concealed. From beneath them, I could feel my underwear plop onto the floor, leaving my bottoms as the last line of defense against upholding decency with my changing body. As I did so, seconds trickling by and another foot in height gone, I watched as my burgundy jacket and shirt beneath it wriggled down my shoulders, the holes my shrinking neck protruded from growing larger to where both articles simply fell off, soaring down my sleeves and torso, landing on the edges of my pants as I kept holding them up. The light albeit freaky impact of my top clothing plopping from my body caused me to tense up, accidentally letting go of my jeans as they and my shirt and coat landed on the floor in a miserable heap.     “Seriously!?” I uttered upon slipping up, a strangely-innate voice-crack plaguing the solely-spoken word.     What was once my outfit now looked like sleeping bags dropping down around my ankles, a flaccid member hanging freely, one that better matched my newly-reduced size. All I could immediately do in being left in my birthday suit was to cover my crotch with both hands, hoping that no one showed up out of the blue.     From the clothes collapsing from my body, like a cocoon from which I was hatching from, I could now see the extent to which the green complexion ravaged me, far more than when I last saw it move across my arms. Looking ahead at the window’s reflection, it managed to combine from its starting points upon each of my hands, meeting at my non-existent pectorals and partway beneath them before going separate ways towards my neck and stomach. The bold, brilliant shade coated the skin above my clavicle before encircling my neck and making its ascent upon it, simultaneously coating my lean midsection while entering my small yet inward navel, travelling towards my hips and approaching my concealed crotch.     Unlike before with my hands and arms, or perhaps now with the surrounding cool air, I could feel myself tingling wherever the green went, the foreign sensation causing me to look all over, soon diverting my eyes and attention behind to an embarrassing oversight with covering my naked body. Having become solely occupied with keeping my privates hidden - not even willing to consider anything else at the time - I had neglected the bare presence of my derriere until the tingling surged all over it, forcing me to give it the attention it seemed to beckon. A turn of my rounder head to my right and down presented a view of my tiny butt, similar to my middle in that both cheeks were now a fraction of the size they once were as a normally-sized human. From the edges of my periphery, I could see the green hue already invade my back, ensnaring it before trickling down onto my behind, following along my shorter spine before blotting my butt with its strange complexion.     “Ugh! Not cool.” I uncharacteristically grumbled, again saying words that I did not before this strange phenomenon.     Turning back in front of me, I nearly stumbled backwards, being met with the freakish sight in the window-turned-mirror (thanks to the bright lights) that showed my face beginning to turn green, already climbing up my chin and approaching my bottom lip. In a hurry, I began running to my reflection, only to suddenly be sent tumbling forward and nearly falling onto my face, letting out a childish yelp, only to be saved by some strange reflex in my footing that kept my left one planted while my right one stuck out far behind, agility which I did not know I possessed; at least none so sharp. Once carefully standing proper again, I looked down at the floor, seeing through the blankets that were once my clothes that my shoes had nearly tripped me up, now too big and awkward for me to wear and traverse in respectively. With how small my feet had become, numerous shoe-sizes down, I simply slipped them out from my oversized footwear akin to wearing slippers, stepping forward with each one’s removal before proceeding onward, promptly standing face-to-face with the surface that showcased my changing face. Taking the courage to remove my hands from my crotch, I brought my smaller right hand towards the same side of my face, its thinner fingers barely hovering above the skin on my cheek. I nervously watched as it and my left one were consumed by my new green skin, soaring higher and higher as it took over every part of my head, making its way up towards the top.     “No… no way. This ain’t me! I’m Oscar, not this… bizarre green thing…” I tried assuring myself despite the nature of my lighter, scratchier voice betraying what I desperately wanted to convince myself. “I’m Oscar…”     The tips of my fingers carefully touched the new skin upon my cheek, the sensation so familiar yet so distant from what I once knew. Despite the inexplicable nature of this situation, my manner of speaking undeniably became more relaxed, chilled-out, easygoing all the time from here on out. There was no way that I talked like this before, but I could not help myself, control over the precise words I used slipping from my grasp. Across an additional number of seconds, I watched as the last traces of my former skin-tone were replaced by nothing but green, affecting my nose and ears, eyelids and forehead, promptly reaching above the latter and coating my unseen scalp, right as my face began to feel subtly lethargic.     “Hrk!!” I fiercely grunted in fright, my teeth grinding amidst this odd feeling spreading along the front of my head. “Dude… what’s happening to me?!”     Deep inside, I felt unmistakably queasy, my whole face tingling as I witnessed my nose begin to contort in shape, its tip being pulled back by unseen forces. I brought my hand away from my face, eyes wider and mouth agape, witnessing both its bridge and nostrils slightly widen. My entire body leaned closer to the window, wanting to get a better look at my shifting features, the protrusion of my nose being greatly reduced, promptly resembling that of a swine’s. In the moment, I could only stand there and watch myself become someone wholly different, hyperventilating as my heart pounded against my chest, rattling my ribcage, pushing my lungs to their limits. As my nose morphed, so too did various other parts of my face, everything happening all at once like the green hue played the part of the catalyst. My mass of curly chestnut hair found itself infected by my bodily hue, climbing up from their roots to the tips, albeit with notable distinction. Varying from my skin’s lighter shade, my hair took on a far darker tone of green, matching that of a head of broccoli. At the same time, clumps of it started falling off my head, freezing in fear as I saw small masses of my original hair colour, ones of my new dark green colour, and ones that had half and half on each side of the hairs, rain down onto the floor around me, some landing on my giant clothes. It was as though a pair of invisible hands were shaving down much of my head, leaving little in its wake, an inch-thick head of a shortened style, a few zig-zags found in my miniscule bangs, both ears completely visible as my eyes gravitated towards them.     After twitching on their own a few or so times, my ears began to grow. Their top ends stretched greatly, lengthening more than that of elves’ as they stuck out well from each side of my head. What were once existent yet tucked-away features upon the sides of my head now became among my most visible, two sizeable, pointed ears that could not be missed by any eyes, just like my bizarre skin-tone. With my mouth already hanging open, it made it easy to spot the canines on my bottom row of teeth grow upward, sharping into two pointed ends that easily outsized the rest of them. Upon closing my mouth from the fear in me starting to subside, I noticed my left pointed canine sticking out, never to be hidden again in its mere protrusion. To top it all off, my eyes, the very means of which I had witnessed my strange transformation thus far, briefly glowed, their dark brown features being replaced by a green darker than my hair. By the time my hair finished undergoing its own mysterious dyeing, joined by my eyebrows in the same dark shade, my eyes and their sockets lengthening on their own accord, I had completely turned green from top to bottom, not a trace left of my original look, my face being adorned with new traits to better suit the hue and body I now possessed; all of which I no longer recognized as my inherent own.     It would be with the arrival of these new facial features that the discomfort in my body and lethargy in my face vanished, having warped into its new desired form. I stopped shrinking, going from over six feet tall to just above four and a half feet, my physicality now a pathetic, stringy form that paled in comparison to the one I had when much bigger.     “I- is it over now?” I asked myself before the window, realizing my voice was now truly stuck in this higher, scritchy pitch, making audible noises with it for several seconds before realizing my former voice was gone for good, doing so sarcastically. “Dude… this is just great! What the heck am I supposed to do now?”     Little did I know while staring deep into my green eyes, the pile of clothes behind me began to twitch on its own, a belt soon emerging from it, one that now appeared identical to that of the one I tried to wear earlier, having replaced the one that wrapped around my jeans not long ago. Acting like a slippery serpent, it slithered along the floor towards me, approaching the back of my left foot before sliding onto and ascending it in an upward spiral. As soon as I felt its cool metallic sensation upon my skin, I shivered, looking down at it only to tense up and watch with bated breath, my eyes following its every movement. It acted fast to reach the center of my body, swirling up my leg and thigh before surrounding my waist in a clockwise fashion, this time fully fitting me before fastening on its own, its oval center now firm and snug upon my stringy figure.     “Whoa! Where did you come from?” I let out in surprise, looking down and grabbing the belt, unable to move it as though it clung to my skin, all while recognizing it from the room I had earlier examined for myself.     A few seconds later, the belt released a strange black material from both ends, silky in texture like web from a spider, causing me to release my futile grip with both hands. Immediately, I aimed my head down at my body, trying to ignore my visible member hanging freely, watching with a mixture of concern and curiosity as the fabric ascended and descended upon the upper and lower halves of my physique, at a startling rate nonetheless. In its path, this bizarre fabric engulfed the majority of my body with haste, feeling akin to some unknown slimy substance coating it. Venturing up and down my chest and stomach at once, it promptly rounded the corners of my shoulders before proceeding down my arms, both legs following suit after my crotch was finally obscured from view, public decency returning to me despite still being the only soul around. As the substance reached the ends of my limbs, I noticed a pair of gloves and boots materializing upon my hands and feet, obscuring them as well. They were bulky, making both sets of appendages appear larger than they were. While the gloves boasted light gray all over them, the boots came in a striking shade of purple, any presence of that same gray found on their bottom trim, surrounding their soles.     “Ghh… this feels weird… but kinda cool too.” I observed during the moment that transpired as I was being adorned with this slim, quirky outfit for my matching body.     Throughout this bizarre formation, the belt remained outside the layer of spreading material, itself wriggling its way beneath the metallic accessory, coming between it and my skin. As the gloves obscured my palms and fingers, I closely examined them, raising my hands up to my bigger eyes, swept up in a strange awe over this odd yet relieving fashion of being clothed, though the fabric had a bit more in mind for me. While looking closely at my new gloves, I was caught off-guard when a wide stripe of bold, vivid purple faded onto the new suit upon my torso, the same shade as what painted my boots, vertically running down from my neck to just below my thighs, the colour splitting onto both pantlegs for their brief downwards duration. Once the stripe made itself known, I was no longer nude, clothed by this peculiar one-piece attire that only left the upper half of my neck and the head above it be the only showcase of my skin; all that could be seen of my green hue in this get-up.     “Dude!” I exclaimed, still worried but finding a slight comfort in actually wearing something. “What’s with this thing? It’s comfy, but kinda tight.”     I twisted my body around from left to right and back again, taking in the snug yet doable firmness of the suit now hugging my frame. Following this, my eyes made their way back to the window directly facing me, standing upright with a slight slouch, staring at a being who I could have never imagined turning into moments ago. Looking closer, polarized more than anything at myself, something began to stir within the very cells of my body, feeling as though they were charging up for something I could not discern. Out of nowhere, conflicting with the fear and bewilderment coursing through me, I felt a strong sense of excitement bubbling up, a whirlwind of energy that buzzed within me from head to toe, threatening to make my head of hair stand on end. Across numerous seconds, the feeling grew, my concealed fingertips and toes tingling as though my insides could not contain it.
     THOOM!!
     Right as I looked back down at my boots all over again, practically fidgeting in place with my fingers haphazardly moving about, my whole face froze in shock, a scratchy yelp emerging as I nearly leapt back, unable to stagger for I now felt pinned down exactly where I stood. Changing so fast that I had blinked and missed it, my feet became unrecognizable. The boots had vanished, my green appendages replaced by a pair of giant feet reminiscent of a hippopotamus’, slamming into the floor with such force that the living room seemed to subtly shake. Frightened yet oh-so curious, I bent over without ever moving them, unintentionally displaying a surprising bout of flexibility I had not possessed before. With my head and hands by my feet and my posterior aimed outward, I took a closer look at these animalistic traits, my tiny fingers carefully touching my right one as my heart hammered hard. Both looked comically out of place upon my stringy figure, their bottom ends completely smooth and flat, casually planted against the floor like they had always been there. From a simple glance and from feeling their firm formation, they looked to have the potential to cause some serious damage to anyone looking for a fight.     “Wh- what gives?!” I worriedly let out, at a loss over how and why this was happening to me. “What kinda freak am I turning into?”     Just then, the buzzing returned, this time with a sense of dread accompanying it. I tried to think of how to stop it, but it was no use, as I suddenly witnessed my hands vanish right before my eyes.     “AAAAGGH!!” I screamed aloud, horrified over their new forms, appearing much like they had been cut clean off.     Rather, they each became the hooves of a pig, their smoothened, dark green ends clacking as I bumped them together, their flat ends matching that of my giant-sized feet. At the same time, I could feel my face contort and a shiver run down my spine. A sizeable snout akin to a swine’s swelled upon the center of the former, taking up considerable real-estate atop its surface, rounded edges with its own flat end complete with two big holes for nostrils. Immediately, I could hear myself snort with every breath, unable to stop myself nor the intense beating of my heart. As for the latter, a small, curled, coil of a tail sprouted from right above my derriere, tearing through a small speck of my suit like a flower piercing through soil. This new green appendage’s presence was unavoidable to me, for the cool interior air brushed against it, almost tickling me as much as it perplexed me. I hastily shot straight back up and retreated from my bent-over stance, my right hoof for a hand quickly reaching back and brushing against my new tail, the sensations from both freaking me out all the more. My face returned to directly face the window-turned-mirror, my other hoof gently touching my new snout, its strange yet soft formation doing nothing to quell my mighty worries, tingling from unbridled panic.     “OINK! This is even- HRONK! worse!” I spoke aloud, interspersed by the grunts of a pig that I could not stop myself from making.
     FWUMP- FWUMP!!
     As if my luck could not get any worse, my cheeks doubled in size, a coating of green fur swiftly growing on them as they resembled the fluffy yet lumpy ones belonging to a chipmunk. I yanked my hoof away from my face, this time squealing intensely, unable to help myself. In its swift absence, I felt bitter vexation take over my fears, having been handed a series of unfortunate events back-to-back-to-back that practically turned me into some sort of circus-freak.     “Seriously?!” I uttered, more annoyed than scared, bringing both my hoofs to feel the fur clinging to my face. “Now that’s just- OINK! plain uncool, dude.”     Even with the onset of this slight irritation, I could only look down and around myself with unbridled horror, my body now an amalgamation of human and animal traits all over the place. I gulped immensely, my eyes peering over each change repeatedly for what felt like forever, time briefly coming to a standstill. As I tried to process what had commenced, unable to understand why I was somehow suddenly capable of doing this, a pleasing sensation helped to soothe my brain, at least to some extent. In seconds, my face lost its fearful edge, no longer panicking over my weird transformations as a wave of calm permeated me from within, my heart-rate slowing down. One by one and soon enough, my new animalistic features reverted back into the more human ones relating to my short green form, disappearing in the blink of an eye, just as they appeared. From the return of my recognizable traits - in addition to my gloves and boots where they belonged - I began to realize the nature of these animalistic changes, like untold knowledge flooding my head; the ability to turn into any animal, partial or fully.     “Whoa…” I let out in newfound awe, the oinking gone, looking at my body in a way I had not when I turned green and shrank down.     At the same time as this revelation mysteriously struck me, I still could not shake off the sense that this power felt… wrong. What was the meaning of this ability? How was it even possible? How did it even work if I did not seem to have much control over it? Despite gaining some semblance of understanding to what I was now capable of, I feared myself even more, distanced as I felt closer to my new self; the likes of which appalled me.     “Ohh… why does this seem so cool yet freaky?” I nervously asked in innate fascination, not helping to relieve the fear that still lingered in me over my new look. “I don’t wanna be like this! I just wanna be me again.”     Of all the words I could have spoken before what then began to transpire, it had to be that which would forever slip away from my grasp.
     GUUUOOOOOORRRRRRRRRBBLBLLBLLLL…
     Out of nowhere, an intensely-loud grumble roared from deep within my stomach, itself beginning to churn despite not eating anything since entering this world and losing myself in form. Both newly-restored hands leapt onto its surface, my humiliated face blushing bright red as a ripe tomato - fitting for the green ones I now matched in colour.     “Ooouuughhhh…” I simply groaned, my voice a pale imitation of my stomach as it continued gurgling incessantly. “What’s the big deal here?”     For several seconds I felt around its surface, my digits trembling in the brief bout of worrisome anticipation that brewed just like whatever rumbled inside my guts.
     FWWSSSCCCHHH!!
     “I-… I don’t feel so good.” was all else I could let out, before my eyes bulged wider than ever before, shooting down at my trim fingers feeling a layer of adipose beginning to bloom and bubble into a real, palpable tummy, pushing right into my palms.     Slow yet steady, I felt my middle inflate, growing as a firm, heavy weight pushed against the skin beneath my suit, its material starting to stretch and creak alongside it. My breathing quickly hastened, warping into a messy series of inhales and exhales whilst I moaned with flustered purity. Both hands grabbed at my burgeoning belly, already several inches outward as its shape pushed and defined itself against my suit’s torso, trying desperately to remove my fresh new flab as though it were easy to simply get it off, a cacophony of slapping and smacking noises emanating from my unwanted girth. How desperate I was to think such a thing would actually be possible. Whimpers of variable high pitches fell from my lips, wincing as I already felt unbearably full, the feeling only welling up further as I put on unending weight. With much focus on my growling belly, I only now started to realize that I was swelling up everywhere else, feeling and seeing my arms and their sleeves bulging and ballooning akin to my legs, my straight and narrow hips distending from side-to-side in their gradual widening. No matter how hard my hands worked to try and rid me of this heft, only uselessly massaging the spreading mass as it wobbed and jiggled, I delved into hysterics, my knees bending and legs buckling from the panic I so strongly sensed.     “Ngh- stop it!” I cried out to my body as though it would listen, my hands pulling on accumulating pudge as if it were simply children’s clay. “CUT IT OUT, DUDE!!”     But it was no use. My athletic figure stood no chance. This blasted belly of mine was not going anywhere, and in fact, wanted more of me… all of it and beyond.     My whole body ballooned with stuttering grace, belly bearing the brunt of all this weight as my stringy physique widened and curved tremendously. A pair of soft, delectable, rounded moobs protruded further with every passing second, their outlines horribly evident from my suit, giving the illusion that I now possessed fully-developed breasts of an impressive cup-size. My belly took on its own round formation, dipping lower and lower as a good portion of it strained against my belt, fighting for its life as black and purple fabric stretched over and around it, aiming to engulf it completely if something did not give soon. All the while, I could feel my breathing grow restrained by the tightening pressure the belt created from creaking against my ball-like middle, the unstoppable flow of fat filling it to no end as it desperately clung to my figure, already triple that of the scrawny build that I only possessed for a few moments.
     bwoOOMP!!

SNAP!

CRACKK!!
     With the onslaught of lard entering me, my metallic belt had taken its toll from my overweight form, bursting with such suddenness and speed that the whole garment remained as one, startling and causing me to flinch as though I was being attacked. Shooting forth akin to a bullet, it flew smack-dab into the window that continued looking back at my humiliating ordeal, creating a considerable crack that ran deep and horizontally, spanning a few feet long while level with my torso. I wanted to cower in embarrassment, unable to comprehend how my clothes could cause such damage to the room as I blew up like a balloon. Worse yet, I had just been able to wear that belt after my earlier disappointment, only for it to again be unwearable upon my body, this time for the complete opposite reason.     “My belt!” I cried out, looking down at where it landed on the carpet, unable to properly see it on account of my exercise ball of a belly - my front and back ends taking on such ridiculously-rounded shapes - blocking much of my view alongside my melting chest. “Huff… G- get back here!”     Regardless of my decreasing mobility and sheer heaviness, both of which felt increasingly apparent with every passing second, I wanted that belt and to wear it, such an arrogant, airheaded personality never a part of me before. It was with this fierce determination that I took my first steps bearing my orbicular physique, or rather, my first wide gaits.
     WHOMP!! WHUMP!!
     “Whoa, man!” I let out between heaving breaths, trying not to topple onto my side as I teetered with every clumsy waddle made towards my new prized possession, angling my body from one side to the other and back again.     I carefully got up-close to the window again, taking a few more breaths in and out before bending over to retrieve the belt, wiggling my fingers within my gloves as they came so close to reaching it, requiring me to lean over just a little bit-
     SSCCHRIIIIIP!!!
     more.     “EEP!” I squeaked in startlement, my blush intensifying, knowing exactly what had happened without needing to even see it.     In its time of need, the pants fabric covering my backside could not stretch any further, a long, thick tear having formed the instant I bent over just a tad more, running vertically along the precise line that comprised my asscrack, it too growing with the rest of me. Alongside it, the middle of both green buttcheeks showed themselves out through the considerable tear, spilling and overflowing from the hole, much to my unbridled bewilderment, for I had not even thought about my behind since everything else started getting bigger. In the moment, I merely let loose another whimper, bringing my left hand around my squishy side to feel my oozing cheekmeat.     “Urgh! C’mon, man!” I grunted beneath my heavy breath, but my hand could only reach the back end of my left hip.     Even if I were able to get it past, my concealed digits would never be able to feel my behind from where my pants had ripped, both marvellous mounds sticking out by well over a few feet, never to be touched by me again as they swelled further away from my reach. Sensing my hips pushing out more on each side and keeping my hand away, I had no choice to bring it back to starting position, unable to fulfill my curiosity over how big my butt expanded.     “Great! I’m gonna be the biggest laughingstock of the whole team at this rate.” I moaned to myself, before realizing that I had no idea who this team was that I had instinctually referred to.     Upon standing back up and looking at my reflection, giving up on retrieving my belt, I noticed I beared an uncanny resemblance to that of a life-sized pear, not only in colour but also, more abundantly, in shape. My stomach had gotten enormous in such rapid succession, its rotund, curvy shape becoming the biggest part of my whole physique, easily tripling my circumference and still growing outward. Both moobs above complimented my gut, sagging down and jutting out further, trying to catch up with how far it kept distending. Before I knew it, my waistline far exceeded that of my wingspan, body doughy, sagging arms becoming footnotes compared to the vastness of my overly-girthy figure. Each arm thickened profusely, a struggle to even move as they stayed close to my curvy sides. Even my legs were being eaten up by the avalanching mass of my thighs and dipping belly, turning them too into stubby limbs that only worsened in time. From first impressions when snug upon my slender self, my suit seemed to be surprisingly stretchy, lasting until seconds ago in keeping me fully clothed. Now, as I ventured past my pear-shaped self and into an unidentifiable shape that verged on a bonafide blob, it could no longer withstand the strain.
     SSCHHHRIIIP!!

BLOORP!!
     Another tear made itself known upon my suit, this time atop the front and center of my belly. From how far out it had already gotten, I could barely see it, yet the tremendous amount of pudge that swiftly bulged through it caught my attention just as fast. I used the lingering strength in my arms to reach forward and yank my middle back, getting a good glimpse at the long, ovular hole and the discovery that nearly made me let go in terror. My bellybutton, once small and nonintrusive, had grown bigger… far bigger.     “GAAAH!!” I screamed, thinking I had a literal hole embedded into myself, before realizing what truly stared back at me from this bodily abyss. “H- how is this even possible?!”     Evidently chubby in of itself, the innie widened by at least thrice its former size, its depth seemingly endless from where I hoisted it in my direction, my stomach’s continual swelling soon forcing me to let go and watch my freakish navel grow distant from my sight and touch.     Directly following my brief outburst, the rest of the suit surrounding my midsection and mid-to-low back shredded in an encircling fashion, seams splitting and threads tearing as a profuse ring of fat reminiscent of a tire surged out all around me, the humiliation of it almost unbearable. It separated into two halves, the upper half trying to foolishly imitate a crop-top for the likes of me. Instead, I looked like I wore a fleshy lifesaver around myself, my navel front and center, although this ring did nothing to rescue me from my own pillowy plight. Soon after, more rips echoed around me, each one eliciting a wince from my fat-swaddled voice box, feeling green lard push through the newborn gaps one after another. One formed on my upper left arm, another upon my right moob and exposing its oversized nipple, a third where my upper back fat pancaked upon its lower region, and plenty more to boot. Across literal seconds, the halved black and purple suit tore in several more places, green pudge practically puncturing the material and taking it out of commission. Worse yet, my attention suddenly turned to my gloves and boots - only staring at the former as I could no longer see the latter. Turning both gloved appendages towards me from atop my chest, I witnessed the light gray material bulge and creak, soon cracking, splitting open, and falling to the ground all on their own to reveal a monstrous pair of grabbers meant for a vicious ogre. Upon breaking free into the world, they immediately surged to great size, meaty digits attached to chunky palms and thickened wrists, easily double their former size. It was an oddity how I never once felt discomfort from both hands swelling from the insides of my gloves, but alas, they had now been lost to time. My boots went down the same forgotten path, feeling my feet spread further onto the carpet around them, unsure of how large they became.     “Really?” I groaned in frustration, my unattainable belt annoying me to no end. “And just when I was getting used to this suit.”
     CRRRRRK!

SSCHHRIP!!

BANG!!!
     As though invisible scissors cut me loose, my suit proceeded to shred completely from my comically-sized and shaped self, forcing me to see what I had truly become beneath all that stretchy yet ultimately ill-fitting fabric, innumerable tatters falling onto the floor below. My green pear-shaped figure, completely nude, started resembling a suit that my scrawny self would have surely fit into had I remained as such. Simply put, I looked ridiculous. A heavy, fat-riddled jellybean - wobbly enough to be Jell-O pudding - sporting a limp, chubby member that steadily submerged into a considerable fatpad, the unfamiliar sensation of which made me moan, my cock receding into its new habitat that would be a pain for me to get to; more-so impossible. No matter how big I got, my height remained the same, such building girth cascading from my sides as well as both front and back. Chubby to chunky, portly to obese, I could not stop myself from inexplicably expanding with such dense and luscious weight filling every conceivable area. I felt unbelievably huge, my body wobbling and groaning no matter what I did, even when I did nothing at all, blowing up like a pudgy balloon rapidly approaching towards that of a blimp. In my ensuing moment of intense terror and confusion, I wondered if things could get any worse, or perhaps change for my fortune. Incidentally, in what came next, I found that I was no longer alone.     “Yo! Beast Boy!” A low, smooth voice called out from not too far behind me, the sound of metallic clanking echoing in the same direction.     Why did that name sound so familiar? And why did I suddenly perk up through some instinctual feeling as though it were tethered to me?     I looked back as much as my puffy neck would allow, noting my ass ballooning as big as the couch that I had landed on a lifetime ago, promptly looking at the sizeable furniture with a startled, confused face. Sitting on the central cushion and directly facing me, a being clearly comprised of half flesh and half machinery appeared, his right leg crossed over his left, both arms folded, and a loving smirk transmitting from his rounded face upon a rounded head. Industrial metals made up the exterior of his well-built torso - with white paint on his chest and light gray at its edges while running down his torso, a thick belt surrounding his waist - such a beefy frame primarily evident regarding his upper body. Deep black material wrapped around his midsection and upper thighs, white and light gray knees and legs beneath transparent shells representing his lower thighs, dark and light blue circuits glimmering below, the shells acting as their protection from physical interference. Those same see-through circuits and shells were found on his bulky shoulders and lower arms, wide strips of black material segmenting each half as large hands and boots obscured the ends of all four limbs. Additionally, the upper left quadrant of his head contained the same blue sheen and clear outer-shell, spreading to much of its back as light gray metal curved around the left side and bottom end of his head, his metallic left ear contrasting from his fleshy right one. The only remnants of his biological exterior came in the form of chocolatey dark brown skin covering most of his face and some of his head, as well as his upper arms. From where he sat, watching me as though it were live entertainment, he eyed my blobby body alongside my eyes, his own - right one organic bearing dark blue and the left one a beaming red light - firmly directed towards my mushy tushy that kept on surging and sagging out.     “Cyborg!” I suddenly blurted out. How did I know his name?     Even worse, my face just had to bloat the instant I spoke to him, softness infiltrating every inch of it, my head starting to resemble an overfilled creampuff. Both cheeks rounded out considerably, slightly blocking the very bottom of my vision, my eyes now impacted by my humongous state of being.     Upon seeing my head inflate, Cyborg let out an unrestrained laugh, finding the unfortunate timing to be rather humorous, even as I kept staring back at him, appearing more humiliated than scared in the moment. Following that, he rose from the couch, his physicality an intimidating sight. Even from the short distance between the two of us, he stood far taller than me, even if I were my former taller self. How a hulking being of flesh and machinery could appear from thin air itself, I had no idea. Coupled with this world being void of life until now, and all I could make of it all was nada.     “Where’ve you been, man?” He asked me, unfazed by the fact that I was nude and becoming more blob than Beast Boy. “I’ve been looking all over for you. I figured you’d wanna kick back and chill for a while.”     I wanted to say one of a million things stemming from the chaotic thoughts swirling through my head. But in the ensuing moment, as Cyborg followed the same path as I - up those steps and towards the window overlooking the city and water outside - I could only spout fragments of what I truly wanted to convey.     “I- I don’t know how I got here, dude… tall… fit… now I’m-”     “Hey. It’s nothing to worry about.” Cyborg unintentionally cut me off, assuring that all was good despite not knowing who I really was. “You must’ve had quite a day. But you’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”     The beefy hero approached from behind and to my left, they and the other sides of my body already several feet outward, severely filled with unending fat that had silently caught his eye. In keeping up with his whereabouts, I swiveled my head to my left, turning as much as my pudgy neck would allow to see him approach me with a warm, beaming smile. Cyborg seemed to not notice my abundant fear that fluctuated much like the intense growls and groans of my overstuffed stomach. And yet, while he did not acknowledge the absurdity of my predicament the instant he first manifested on the sofa, it seemed getting up-close and rather personal with my backside roused him to bring it up, soon standing directly before it, my derriere squishing and spreading against his lower body and pelvic area. I wanted to turn my head all the way around to see him, even pondering the possibility of turning it into that of an owl’s, but facing forward as a resignation of my neck’s functionality, what that hunk of human and mechanical parts did next evaporated every rational thought from my meaty head.
     SPLLRRP!!
     Bending his upper body over, Cyborg brought his torso onto my blubbery butt, his chest and head slinking down along my back and neck until his head gently rested on my left shoulder, turning left as the fleshy side of his face nuzzled and absorbed the massive warmth from such an equally-sized mass all over. Although I could not see his torso pressing against my back and butt, I could absolutely feel it, his large hands caressing and squishing both marvellous cheeks, kneading them like dough that would wind up in a toasty warm oven. What’s more, the window’s reflection allowed me to see him bury his face into my wide, round shoulder, unable to stop for a number of seconds.     “Although, it’s a late night for a snack, isn’t it~?” Cyborg flirtatiously asked, his head tilting up straight and looking at me in the window. “Or perhaps you just got greedy and ransacked that bakery close-by? I gotta say, that’s not very heroic of you~. If anything, I’m impressed you squeezed yourself out of there and back here.”     At that same instant, the half-man half-machine dug each and every finger on his right hand directly into the vast globe of my right asscheek, groping it with such intensity that I squeaked like a mouse I outsized exponentially, the excitement leading him to bite his lip with uncontainable passion.     “I can’t believe you’ve outdone yourself.” He lovingly went on, this time focusing on my ass as he squished it like a chew-toy. “Even the biggest hippo out there’s gonna have a real tough time competing with your enormous eye-candy~.”     My tomato-red blush returned in spades, hotter than ever before, a temperature that threatened to turn it into a puddle of ketchup. I could only squeak and guffaw at the attention Cyborg gave my rear, a newfound arousal stirring all throughout my sizeable figure, its most potent effect eliciting a firm feeling somewhere from my front. As much as Cyborg wanted to keep feeling up my ass, he too sensed something protruding on the other side - call it a hunch - causing him to stand from my backside and mosey on over to my front, not without giving my right cheek a temporary parting gift.
     SMACCK!!
     An outright moan forced itself from my mouth, struggling to focus on figuring out how to get out of this situation, even as I loved it more and more, a dull throb pulsating somewhere deep within me the more I thought about my new looks and the attention it received. Cyborg observed my lustful reaction, his smirk growing while he went around to my globular belly, its end spreading along the floor and about to smush into the window, the beefy hero putting himself between them for a little feel. His two hands felt around my gut, myself staring at him head-on with a woozy look in my eyes, mouth quivering. Soon enough, he uncovered the wide navel that had practically disappeared between my frontward folds, using the lone index finger on his right hand to carefully trace along its edges, before fully inserting it in and out of the depths of my bellybutton.     “My, isn’t this deep~.” He observed with desire burning in him like fuel. “Looks like a substitute for if that other hole of yours gets too… stuffed.”     With every repeated back and forth motion into my navel, I felt my face getting more flushed, moans and winces intertwined, becoming profusely aroused amidst my failing determination to remain composed. Such an effort did not even matter anymore, especially when Cyborg lifted my belly high above the carpet with his left hand and arm raised, crouching and using his other hand to dig through rolls of green fat where my crotch once defined itself, promptly finding sought-after buried treasure and prodding it from the side.     “Aww, look at this little thing.” He adorably spoke, his large metallic digits caressing my member, feeling it from deep within its coveted fatpad. “Perhaps I can milk you real good too~.”     I could feel it harden even more, the only firm part of my otherwise softened body.     “Admit it… that is exactly what you wanted.” Cyborg teased with delectable fervour, almost about to jack me off in the living room before a better idea came to his head. “All of this. For every inch of you to be filled so much. I know you want it as much as me.”     Instinctually, I could only nod, my head barely moving as a ring of fat now surrounded it, my enormous frame unstoppable as it rose and spread in all directions like a giant glob of baking dough.     “Then how’s about we head somewhere more… private~?” Cyborg suggested, before briefly pondering over my current size that already looked wider than the doorway leading back into the hall. “Don’t worry, Beast Boy. I’ll help you out.”     The escort back to my room proved to be far arduous than anything else I had done in recent memory, between this world and the one I originally came from. Cyborg led the way, lest I become a living blockade that would engulf the corridor on all sides, my footsteps wide yet slow, forced to heave myself from side to side at such ridiculous angles that would otherwise leave me stagnant and eventually immobile. My breaths never felt so heavy, a layer of sweat starting to encase me from the sheer exertion it took to move, and the ensuing humiliation that had to have been the worst I felt in my entire life.     “What’s taking so long, my prized cow~?” Cyborg turned to ask as he kept walking backwards. “We don’t have all night.”     I could not help myself. A pair of bovine ears replaced my pointed ones, my member pulsating, Cyborg’s words commanding me in following him and what appearance I took on, even if partially.     As I neared the split that led to the two other halls, I felt a sense of dread permeate me, seeing the corridor to the right now impossibly longer than when I first walked through it, its distance unfathomable. Even with this forthcoming challenge, my hips wobbling as I turned like a ship lost at sea, Cyborg was there to give me the strength to persevere.     “C’mon, little piggy.” He continued flirting at me, still ahead as he walked backwards down the right-side corridor. “Keep up the good work~.”     Instantly, my swine-like tail reemerged with his words, a tiny little flick of flesh eagerly swaying above two meaty buttcheeks that could easily destroy a sofa, let alone any piece of furniture.     I could not resist. Heaving my swollen right foot out, my green girthy mass began its trek down the stretched-out hall, my sides brushing against the walls. Time no longer registered with my little head, only the want of catching up to the one I love, a few feet in front of me yet always remaining close, his look of infatuation unlike any other. Deep down, I could still feel the fear and panic gnawing at my adipose, begging me to cease this nonsense and still find a way out. But the arousal, its intensity, felt divine. I simply kept going, driven by such lust, even when exhaustion soon got the better of me.     “Cyyy?!” I whined aloud. “How- wheeeeze… much further until we get there?”
     FWUUMP!!
     “MMPH!?” I moaned, my bottom lip suddenly swelling up and tripling in size, my sharp canine still poking out for all to see.     “Tch- tch!” Cyborg clicked his tongue, wagging his right index finger at me. “You should know better than to ask those kinds of questions. After all, you’re nearly there~.”     Without questioning him again, my top lip lightly nibbling my bottom lip to feel its overinflated state, I pressed onward as I swelled and swelled, further resembling a puddly green pancake with every slow waddle that my swollen feet and caked ankle-rolls could muster.     Eventually, upon reaching the pitifully-narrow doorway leading into my coveted room, Cyborg wasted no time shoving my enormous frame through the rectangular gap, after positioning myself so that I directly faced towards it. He grappled and swayed my behind like dough rising out of control, each handsy hand somewhere on the planetary surface of my asscheeks so deep he could no longer see them, his firm grip unbreakable as he used both arms and his entire body to heave me into the bedroom, his motions looking no different from that of all-out thrusting.     “Getting eager, aren’t ya?” I teasingly asked him, having to shout for my voice to reach him through my padding blocking the bending doorway.     “Yeah, yeah.” Cyborg lightly scoffed, his breath already wavering, my butt expanding into him. “Just gimme a moment. This is the only way I can get you in, man.”     It took a lot of heaving for Cyborg to get me through, during which, I could not stop myself from moaning with every push he made against my body, my heart fluttering as he groped my cheeks. From where I stood, slowly feeling my upper body push through the doorway amidst noisy creaks, deforming and surging back out once through, I was stunned by what had become of my space. The bedroom had completely transformed, far bigger on the inside than any glance from outside it would suggest. Each wall stretched out for innumerable feet, allowing my billowing form to enter without feeling as cramped as if the room remained its previous size. The bunk-beds were now enormous, two vehicle-sized mattresses held up by a sturdy wooden frame, my flabby body unlikely to be accommodated if placed atop, surely flattening them into a single bed. Comic books and clothes still covered the floor, seeing far more of both along the longer stretch of space, many more than I thought I had, an even bigger mess than what I usually left in here. Even with the surprise that came from this expansion to my personal quarters, I felt myself growing more eager to get inside my room, hoping that there would be enough space to accommodate me in its entirety, already feeling the metal doorway bend and creak against the force of my bubbling green blubber.     “Hurry up, dude!” I called out to Cyborg while facing the bedroom, yelping more than yelling over the depths of which his hands sunk into the supple flesh of my derriere, my arousal at an all-time high. “I’m gonna burst any second now!”     “Hhhnng!! Almost… there…” He could only grunt back to me, slowly but surely squeezing me through the door and into my room, my torso and soon my butt squishing together before distending back out and flourishing in their gigantic, ever-swelling selves, both itty-bitty feet briefly dangling above the ground before finding their footing despite supporting so much weight.     As though the sweat sliding down my body acted as a natural lubricant, Cyborg proceeded to push the rest of my body into the bedroom with surprising ease, the doorway and surrounding chunks of wall riddled with cracks. The suddenness of being squeezed through so effortlessly nearly made me stumble and fall onto my enormous stomach, at least acting as a suitable landing-pad, my balance as questionable as my size and mobility. Thankfully, Cyborg managed to jerk me back by grabbing onto two handfuls of my asscheeks, heaving me back and allowing me to stabilize my stance, the two of us catching our breaths - our pants indistinguishable from moans - before he helped me along to the beds.     “Whew… what a warmup.” He remarked with an air of short-lived fatigue, slowly pushing me forward from behind like wrangling an animal to its pen. “But that’s nothing compared to the real workout waiting for us~.”
     SMACK!!
     A piggish squeal screeched out my mouth, my cock begging for attention as Cyborg’s right hand gave my ass on the same side a firm, deafening whack, the sound I made turning him on all the more.     “Faster!” He shouted with velvety fervour. “I can’t wait to dig in.”     Once standing before the bunk-beds that barely looked to house me, Cyborg circled around the right side of my ballooning body, grabbing one of the legs between the top and bottom bunk and once again displaying his remarkable strength. Immediately, he tore the two bunks apart, lifting the top one and promptly holding it across both arms akin to a giant boulder, its weight no match for him, much like myself. Lifting it over his head and calculating his aim, he launched the piece of furniture across the left side of the bedroom, soaring many feet across the air and hitting the distant wall, soon slumping against it and along part of the floor. Although clothes and comics went flying from the impact, I could not care about any damage caused, for all I desired was the sweet release of my burning seed, to be pleased to my heart’s aching content. All Cyborg had to do was set it in motion… and that he did.
     CRUNCH!!
     No sooner than when Cyborg pushed me onto the bottom bunk did it flatten beneath my intense weight, unseen from my ever-spilling frame that had to have been double the length of the now paper-thin mattress, but neither of us cared about the damage. I now laid on my belly, both feet touching the floor no longer, my ass practically at eye level with Cyborg, biting his lip from the glorious sight bestowed onto him. Effortlessly, he climbed upon me from behind, grasping my barreling legs and meaty thighs before leaning himself against my pillowy cheeks, on the verge of laying down.     “What a prized hog you’ve become.” He practically praised me with purest joy, both hands spreading my cheeks wide open as I shivered from the cool air tickling the hole between them. “The biggest, fattest, juiciest one to ever be~.”     I could feel my cock stiffen like stone, its manic pulsations out of their mind. My mouth could not utter comprehensible words in the heat of the moment, only spewing out moans, groans, and the occasional squeal of a pig, my coiled tail swaying with a mind of its own.     “We’ve waited too long for this night.” Cyborg went on, his sizeable member of metal emerging from his privates, the whirring sound of which drove me mad with anticipation. “Just you and me, together, the whole tower to ourselves. Just look at you, all who-knows how many pounds you are. I can’t take my eyes off it… those tasty cheeks of yours. Who am I kidding? I can’t take it anymore.”     Slowly, leaning yet nearly laying against me, Cyborg pushed himself into and between my giant rear-end.     “And now… it’s time to go all in~.” He pridefully declared, before ramming his girthy member right into my tight little hole once obscured by so much doughy lard.     With Cyborg’s hands holding my cheeks out while fully sinking into them, I let out a squeal louder than any other as I felt my source of pleasure being struck from deep within, my senses jumbling as my fat-filled body wobbled, shivering with delight. The bed feistily creaked with every determined thrust, Cyborg’s enhanced strength allowing him to deeply penetrate a spot I thought had become impenetrable. The half-human, half-machine put his all into both his and my own building satisfaction, his pelvic area lifting up and out from my cheeks before pushing back down with intense might, shoving his member back inside me, a process that became harder and faster in the span of seconds. A part of me wished I could turn back to see his giddy face, that loving smile and fierce determination, the likes of which would make me melt even more in lustful adoration. But as I stood, or rather laid on my ever-swelling stomach, my head subtly sinking into the ring of fat that was once my neck, I let myself be washed over by Cyborg’s rampant love, moans and squeals and piggish grunts all escaping my lips both thin and thick with no restraint. Like me, the room continued to grow in all directions, relentlessly. The walls only further stretched out in all directions, the furniture growing larger themselves, even the shattered remains of the top bunk and the flattened remains of the bottom. No matter how massive everything got, I still outsized them all. In the back of my mind, I felt like a blob of alien origins growing and spreading to consume all, right out of one of those horror b-movies that I loved to watch, whether by myself, with Cy, or everyone on the team. I practically sank into my ginormous, gurgling, bright green-skinned self, submerging furthermore on account of my innermost spot being struck again and again and again. Jiggling like an opaque green glob of Jell-O that looked tasty enough to take a scoop of and scarf down, I had fallen into the hands of the one I love, his phallic pounding making me ripple like waves.     With every thrust Cyborg made deep inside me, I could feel memories of old - already growing distant and hazy as this night spiraled out into something chaotic yet oh-so beautiful - dissipating from my mind, making way for new ones that while the old me had never experienced, the new me already lived through. Fading out were thoughts of the world the old me once came from. Fading in were thoughts of Jump City, all the local places with the best food and comics and games and movies for miles, the tower, and above all, my friends, one of whom continued to rail me with such force I felt as though I was nothing more than one of those massage chairs, the vibrations strong yet soothing all over my blobby self.     “W- who am I?” I softly, lightly mumbled beneath my heavy, moaning breath, my last moment of remembering who I was before succumbing to a fate that nothing else in or flat-out beyond this life could provide, my last words the simple mutterings of “I’m Oscar… Oscar… Oscar…” before all had vanished with firm finality.     “You still with me, Beast Boy?” Cy asked through rapid pants, skin and metal soaked with sweat, his determination to consistently penetrate me unwavering as he continued without a single hitch.     Beast Boy.     Even after being addressed by it before, the name finally felt right at home with me. No longer did confusion come alive at hearing myself be called him, for I was now him, and all that I had on my mind involved my bro being the one to bring it on home.     “You bet, dude!” I ecstatically shouted between pants and the other noises spewing from my mouth. “Don’t… stop…”     “I hear ya, man!” Cyborg loudly replied to me, the sounds of girthy sloshing and wobbling making things hard to hear. “Just a bit longer now.”     Moments more passed in this ensuing state, time becoming a blur, the two of us yearning for sweet release to come along and let us unleash our overwhelming pleasure. All around us, it felt like an earthquake, that the whole room would crumble and fall apart, the floor creaking and walls shaking, wet sounds of plapping emanating from Cyborg’s member. But even if such a thing were to happen, it would not matter, for we had each other, meaning more than all else in the end.     “Nngghhh… keep it up, Cy!” I moaned with ecstasy, feeling the act of climax fill me with excitement, my limbs nearly disappearing into my torso, both stomach and tushy ginormous globs of dough.     It must have been good timing this time around, for Cyborg’s intense focus with his determined efforts finally paid off, letting out an enthusiastic “Booyah!” as the height of our intercourse reached the first peak of many.     And just like that, our hearts each flesh and mechanical skipping a beat at the same time, we both let ourselves go upon reaching climax. Moans of ecstasy filled the air, as did Cyborg’s seed directly into me, his cock still firmly up my ass. I felt like I had a hose in me, pumping me full of ejaculate that made me swell twice as fast. High-pitched squeals came in and out of my moans, green eyes rolled back slightly as I expanded everywhere, like the string of a green inflatable raft had been pulled, fat and seed making me surge with frightening haste to most others, but with aroused awe for me and Cyborg. If not for my room’s constant growth, I would have surely filled and crammed myself inside the entire space, winding up as big as it first was before stretching into dimensions once thought impossible on the inside. And yet, no matter how huge I got, Cyborg always found what made me keel and mewl with such strong results, staying on my rear-end with not a thing to threaten his placement atop it.…     Rays of long-forgotten sunshine glimmered in the vast space, its green walls and ceiling shining brighter than ever. With the clear skies accompanying such wondrous weather came the onset of morning, the time unknown, for Cyborg and I slept peacefully together, his member squishing between my titanic tushy. In his deep slumber, he nuzzled against my right asscheek, resting better than he ever did, as I did as a living mattress. I had long stopped swelling in every direction but up, rendered a thick, sprawling, gelatinous waterbed sounding like it was filled with blueberry juice that could put oceans to shame in its calming effect. Impossibly round and wide, never an inch taller, I had come to know such soothing comfort from all my girth, softly gurgling like an animal’s purring (or perhaps confused for my own) as it slowly jiggled in every direction, yearning to eventually dig into the ever-growing walls of my humble abode. The night beyond our first orgasm together would be a blur, only evident by the warm, gooey seed bubbling with all my immense adipose, Cyborg emptied out, myself beyond full.     In the personal space of my tiny brain, a miracle that even functioned with its juvenile jokes and wild imagination, I dreamt of the biggest tofu hotdog being fed down my gullet by my beloved, each bite and subsequent swallow making my immobile self bigger and bigger, on a path to rivalling the creatures in my favourite monster movies. I could even see myself becoming the blob I loved to watch in that classic b-movie! Soundly asleep, saliva bubbled from out my mouth, cascading down my swollen bottom lip like a thick waterfall, my core of a stomach growling for something to eat. When I awoke, everything in that kitchen would be mine. I was at peace with my life and home - Jump City, the tower, my room, my friends and team, and Cyborg. The world in which I came from no longer mattered, never thinking of it again. No such inkling as to the being I once was came my way through even the slightest hint. Everything felt perfect, the good life absolute.     There was no going back.