Alice
"Woah, well... That's new," I muttered, eyeing the basement door as a soft, familiar white glow pulsed along its edges in rhythm with the cube as it stretched the door far beyond the basement. There was something off about it this time, though--something more alive than before. The door creaked open on its own, revealing a vast, yawning black void. The darkness felt endless, I almost believed I would just fall into it for a second. Being drawn deeper into that abyss.. Was it... waiting for me?
Nothing.
Elizabeth, standing beside me, gave a strained grin. "Come on, let me show you your new office," she said, yet her voice faltered into a hoarse choke. The air around us felt heavier, charged with something we couldn't name. The glow from the door intensified, pulling at me, making my skin hum with color. Something was happening to me and she must have realized it too.
I stepped closer, allowing the void to draw me in. Elizabeth's grin faded, replaced by growing uncertainty. Her hand twitched at her side, like she was reconsidering. But it was too late. I could feel it--the shift, the warmth spreading through my veins, turning into something vast and uncontrollable as my breasts crossed the threshold and--
* * *
"Alice?! Do you even know how to hold your--?!" Elizabeth's voice faded into the background of everything that wasn't me. My mind was focused on something else, something more important. Completion. This is the real reason why Arc wanted me to visit this space. It was mine; it was me. This is me.
The only thing more important, more auspicious and perfect.
Were my Tits.
Huge Natural Tits.
Powerful; Superior.
Vague truths that defined my entire existence.
My tits are everything.
Of course they were. My tits were right, they couldn't be wrong, there wasn't any reason to argue as they began to think for me--
Until I woke up from my dream as familiar buzzing pressed itself onto my skin, a white outline running over my body, pressing into my existence firmly until I was forced back to my mortal state of being.
"..Wha the fuck just happened?" I huffed, trying to catch my breath while my brain quickly reorganized itself. My tits still desperately wanted to be allowed to use their full power. I had to fight the
urges
they were streaming into my mind.
"According to my scans, you just unfolded in eight dimensions. Luckily I'm pretty good at geometric ciphers, the cube helped me with the rest." Elizabeth shrugged as if any of this was normal. Meanwhile I was left panting like a dog; hands on my knees tits pressing firmly into my thighs with each heavy exhale. Were they.. Bigger?
Even despite my ability to change the size of my breasts at will.. Something about them felt.. Different. Heavier..
"Calibration complete, stabilizing.." The cube announced with a surprisingly pleasant feminine voice despite being clearly synthetic. The voice was familiar, it sounded kind of like Madeline..
"Wow.. I feel so much better." I moaned dramatically, the heavy fatigue quickly fading after being released from the cube's hold; oddly comparable to the now faint memory of taking off a heavy bra after a long night at the lab.
A torrent of relief followed not far behind while my
existence
readjusted. Of course, I naturally understood the Cube and what it did, so its new functions weren't all that surprising. The only missing information I had was everything else.. Which seemed to be a lot. Elizabeth and I can read each other like a book, and she could clearly tell that I wasn't fully caught up.
"Done playing around Alice? You can finish your ascension later." Elizabeth reiterated impatiently, breaking through the growing awkwardness between us. "There should be a door to PRIME HQ pre-installed in here somewhere, but it's probably super far away. Establishing a physical space hopefully moves it closer."
"Right, um.. Just a moment." I muttered, closing my eyes and concentrating on the idea of an office. I struggled heavily, my mind still partially dissociated from what had just happened, but with focus I drew power from my tits slowly and cautiously, taking a deep breath and--
Click
"The Lab? It's not what I was looking for but I'll take it. It's like home away from home. No wonder..." The other woman chuckled, beginning to slowly make her way through the room, inspecting the replicated space like it was a museum. She seemed genuinely happy, less stressed in this specific environment. At least until everything slowly phased into lovely shades of pink with stylized gradients. "Seriously?"
"What?" I glanced around at the modified laboratory in pure astonishment. Using my powers to do anything that didn't have to do with boobs was honestly a major struggle; it didn't come as naturally which made me nervous about screwing up--like just now. "I think it actually looks really nice, though.. I really did try to make it an office..."
"Well, you definitely fucked it up. Now everything looks like Barbie threw up on it. This is supposed to be my office too, you know." Elizabeth bit back as the cube began to spin rapidly, emitting waves of pressure that threatened to knock me over until I adjusted.
When it was all set and done, half of the room was mostly monochrome black and white with some equipment that didn't mirror my side.
I glared daggers at Elizabeth after what she'd said; my patience wearing thin. "Yeah, I get it, okay? It's all pink and pastel, very funny. But maybe instead of being so dismissive, you could actually appreciate the fact that I'm trying to work with you. Or would that take too much effort?"
Elizabeth turned, folding her arms and flashing an unamused expression at me with my own face. "Don't get all sensitive on me now, Alice. I wasn't dismissing you--just the decor."
"Right, because apparently I have huge tits and shit taste. I'm just a walking sexpot day dream with big tits and that's it? Right?" I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Sorry I don't have your minimalist monochrome vibes. Maybe next time I'll make everything gray and soulless for you."
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed slightly, but she kept her composure. "Look, I'm not saying you're
just
a walking sexpot daydream with big tits--"
"--but you're thinking it," I interrupted, my annoyance bubbling to the surface. "You've been thinking it this whole time. I can see it in your eyes, Liz. You think I'm just a ditzy useless bimbo, don't you?"
She didn't respond immediately. Her brows knitted together as if she genuinely considered what I'd said.
"Fine," she said finally, a little too casually. "Maybe I did. Maybe I
do
think you've leaned into it a bit too much."