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Outside the auditorium, behind an assembly of crates, I opened up my character sheet.
[Name[Alita Veil]
[Class[Pear Knight]
[Level[1]
[Skills[Hip bash, Moon presence, Reaper's thighs]
[Spells[N/A]
[Status[Void born, Widened one]
[Hip bash[Using the force of your{Leviathan like} hips, you are capable of delivering a deadly bash capable of killing most foes or possibly stunning the likes of giants.]
[Reaper's thighs[Your legs have become so immense and powerful that they have become deadly weapons in their own right. With this skill you can bring out the full force and power of your legs in a single fatal strike.]
[Moon presence[Since ancient times the moon has been regarded as a thing of beauty and a sign of terrible darkness. Now you are too. Awaken a terrible power within yourself to become more than what you currently are. This skill can be forcibly triggered by the presence of a full moon.]
[Widened one[After years of being the widest person you've ever known, you have gained a sense for when something is too narrow for you. Furthermore your fashion sense, and ability to recognize clothing on the verge of death, has been elevated, forever changing your taste in clothes.]
After looking it over and reading the descriptions for each of my skills, I reveled in private joy. I didn't care that all my skills, and status skill, had something to do with my particular body shape. They were good enough for me. I was just happy to finally have a class; It felt even better than I thought it would. My breasts felt weightless, and my newfound ability to move unhindered was addicting.
In my brief moment of privacy behind some crates, I enjoyed being me for the first time in 10 years. The government conspiracy that was my existence faded away. My weight, and width, and hefty jiggles vanished. I was just simply me, not Carrie Morgan the girl who had been isekaied, or Alita Veil creation of Miriam Veil.
Just me, myself, and I.
It was a short, infinitely enjoyable moment that ended too soon. The General had finally finished and she didn't look too happy about my wardrobe malfunction. There was a silent, almost imperceptible, rage behind her yellow eyes.
I flinched and she smiled.
"Please tell me that you at least got a Rank B or above class."
For the first time in history I found Belik's grin infectious and smiled with her, "Rank A actually."
"That's good," She said, nodding her head in distant approval, "But?"
"It's a class called Pear knight."
"So that's why you-"
"Yes."
We let the silence hang for a moment. Then in a manner usually associated with mothers, General Belik took a seat next to me. She sat down on the edge of my thigh and leaned against me. I welcomed the general's embrace and let myself cry: silently.
After a silent eternity that was no longer than two minutes, we got up. She stood first and I followed, my hips pressing against her and the wall like a soft avalanche. Just as quick as it had happened she slipped free and led the way out of the alley I had stuffed myself into.
We walked past the crates that had for a short time served as my impromptu curtain. Without their protective cover to hide me, eyes turned in my direction. They roamed up and down and back up my figure for several seconds before going back to their own business. At least most of them did. A few kept staring, kept watching as I walked down the street with the general.
But they did not follow.
As soon as I was out of sight they broke free from their trance. None
followed, either because they were decent enough not to or knew of the general's reputation.
Either way, I paid them no mind. My mind was yet again on my own curves and how they were still heavy, just not cripplingly so. It was a magnificent experience to have my breasts bounce without feeling like they were trying to take my shoulders off. The beauty of being able to move my legs with such ease. As if a great weight had been lifted off my entire body and now-
"Enjoying yourself?"
My hands, centimeters away from the sphere that was my tummy, came to a sudden halt. The globular gut hidden beneath my breasts grumbled in displeasure. It demanded a pat. I ignored its demand as my brain caught up with me and realized that I was not in the privacy of my home yet.
Belik just smiled, "You can have your fun at home. Until then you'll have to control yourself."
"No I'm good."
The general scoffed, "It's part of getting a class Alita. The sudden influx of energy makes you think and act differently until your body properly adapts to it,
"Consider it like a second puberty."
A single question immediately made its way to the forefront of my thoughts, "Am I gonna have another growth spurt?"
"Maybe." The General said, after taking a glance at my chest. "Which Is why I'm taking you to buy some new tarps to wear right now."
The general's answer to my question only made my nerves worse. Half my size was from growth spurts. Getting bigger was the last thing I wanted or needed. It seemed like my body was in disagreement with me on that though.
Whether I did grow or not, one thing remained true: I really did need some new clothes.
Every article of clothing that I owned was definitely too small for me now. We had no choice but to make a trip to the tailors. Where upon arriving, one of old Jim's apprentices rushed inside after taking one good look at me. The young man looked almost appalled by my state of near undressed, and had Belik help pull me through the tiny door.
Even with her help it wasn't easy. My hips, even before their growth, had proven to be the bane of doors greater than this. Rather than letting them continue to pull me and risk the destruction of the door I took a step back and entered in torso first. Then I turned sideways and gradually pulled the rest of me in. A trick I had learned for getting myself inside building with small doors. Even so, It was still a difficult squeeze. I had to suck in my substantial gut and hold my breasts close the entire time.
Once inside I was immediately greeted by old Jim. The man had been my tailor ever since I was a child, and was practically family at this point. His bony arms barely managed to wrap themselves around my waist. A gesture I would've returned if I could. My view of Jim was completely obstructed by my breasts, and no amount of blind groping could find him.
Eventually his arms let go of me and he took some steps back until I could actually see him.
"Didn't I tell you to diet!" The old man yelled from below.
His bark of pure professional tailor rage clued me in to the fact that his hug was not a hug. He had merely been trying to gage how much bigger I had gotten since I last saw him. Which had been about two weeks ago.
"I did!"
"Then tell me why your so much bigger!"
"It has to do with her class." Belik broke in before the two of us could truly escalate into a screaming match.
"What class!"
"Pear knight, it made her more... Pear shaped."
Old Jim's frown instantly deepened into a formidable scowl as he turned his eyes towards me. I stood stock still and said not a word as walked around me. The look in his eyes already said enough; It was measuring time.
Almost in tune with my thoughts Old Jim ordered his apprentices to go and fetch his tools. A few seconds later they returned with a step ladder and some measuring paper. Some really long measuring paper. He handed one end to an assistant and then got up on his little step ladder. Even standing on it his head barely came up past my hips.
Which is where he started. His apprentice walked around me and handed the other end of the paper back to Jim. The old man made a very displeased sound after, I could only assume, looking at the measurement. Then the process was repeated with both of my thighs. Again it was repeated for my waist, and where my butt stuck out the furthest.
Only the measuring paper came up a little short. I couldn't see how short, but I do know that it was, at the very least, a couple inches too short. An apprentice left the room and came back with a longer measuring paper afterward. After getting my posteriors measurements he got a second bigger step ladder and moved up to my boobs.
Old Jim didn't just measure my bust. He was a professional of the highest degree, and in a world where boobs bigger than your head was the norm that meant a whole lot more. What Old Jim did was borderline magic.
He weighed my breasts, accurately guessed their density, and deduced how big I'd be in a week from now.
Then he left, scuttled away to his private work place and set to work. My first class induced puberty growth spurt happened right then. It absolutely shredded what remained of my clothes. But it didn't matter, because Old Jim came back with an outfit that was beautiful, slimming, and fit me perfectly. Next time he left he came back with a bag of bras and clothes that he claimed would last me the week.
And only the week.
"When do you think I'll stop growing?"
The old sagely tailor put his hand to his chin and smiled, "Oh probably by next Sunday, give or take."
Belik was the next to ask him a question. "And how big do you think she'll be?"
Again he gave me another one of his tailor looks. "Big enough."
The answer was good enough for Belik. She handed him a pouch of gold and led me outside once I was dressed. The new outfit somehow looking exactly how I wanted it to: Mostly black paired with a skirt and thigh high leggings. An old Jim classic.
Wearing my new outfit and having a whole slew of new clothes brightened my mood. It was like being invited to a party because you were fun, only better. But if there was anyone who could dampen my spirits it was my mother.
As soon as we arrived home Belik grabbed my clothes and took them upstairs. Conveniently leaving me in the living room with my mom. It wasn't the first time the general had done so and probably wouldn't be the last. My mother however paid no attention to how quickly Belik left, and stared at me. I could practically see how everything else fell away in her vision as she stared.
Not out of love, but scientific interest.
"419 how did the ceremony go?"
"It went.... Wel-"
"What rank class did you get," She interrupted. "A or above I hope?"
A sigh escaped me and went unnoticed by my mother. "A."
"Good, good, you may now return to what you were doing with miss Belik."
Our conversation was over. She sat back down and continued her research. I walked upstairs and barely managed to squeeze myself into my room.
The doorway as always was too narrow, narrower than even old Jim's. I was only able to get through because Belik helped pull, and the wall was made of stone. Very, very durable stone. If it wasn't the wall would've come down on me months ago. The actual door on the other hand had already given up: removed entirely from the doorway it sat in a corner of my room.
In its place of guarding my privacy was a makeshift curtain made from my old clothes. Belik closed the curtain once I was inside, and she then climbed over my bed to get to the other side of the room. From there she continued organizing my dresser drawer. I would have helped her do so but there wasn't enough room.
Just standing in the center of my tiny room I took up half the space. If I turned one way my hips pressed up against one wall or the other. And if I turned another way my butt would cover half my bed and force Belik to go under my boobs if she wanted to pass.
All because my room was still sized for a baby. The only things about it that had changed in the last 18 years of my life was that I got a bed and dresser at the age of five. Both of which were comically too small for me now.
It made me want to scream. But I held me tongue till General Belik had left, saying, "We'll continue your training and work on getting you a job once your body's grown accustomed to your class."
Then I was alone and free to scream in my soundproofed room.
[Name[Alita Veil]
[Class[Pear Knight]
[Level[1]
[Skills[Hip bash, Moon presence, Reaper's thighs]
[Spells[N/A]
[Status[Void born, Widened one]
[Hip bash[Using the force of your{Leviathan like} hips, you are capable of delivering a deadly bash capable of killing most foes or possibly stunning the likes of giants.]
[Reaper's thighs[Your legs have become so immense and powerful that they have become deadly weapons in their own right. With this skill you can bring out the full force and power of your legs in a single fatal strike.]
[Moon presence[Since ancient times the moon has been regarded as a thing of beauty and a sign of terrible darkness. Now you are too. Awaken a terrible power within yourself to become more than what you currently are. This skill can be forcibly triggered by the presence of a full moon.]
[Widened one[After years of being the widest person you've ever known, you have gained a sense for when something is too narrow for you. Furthermore your fashion sense, and ability to recognize clothing on the verge of death, has been elevated, forever changing your taste in clothes.]
After looking it over and reading the descriptions for each of my skills, I reveled in private joy. I didn't care that all my skills, and status skill, had something to do with my particular body shape. They were good enough for me. I was just happy to finally have a class; It felt even better than I thought it would. My breasts felt weightless, and my newfound ability to move unhindered was addicting.
In my brief moment of privacy behind some crates, I enjoyed being me for the first time in 10 years. The government conspiracy that was my existence faded away. My weight, and width, and hefty jiggles vanished. I was just simply me, not Carrie Morgan the girl who had been isekaied, or Alita Veil creation of Miriam Veil.
Just me, myself, and I.
It was a short, infinitely enjoyable moment that ended too soon. The General had finally finished and she didn't look too happy about my wardrobe malfunction. There was a silent, almost imperceptible, rage behind her yellow eyes.
I flinched and she smiled.
"Please tell me that you at least got a Rank B or above class."
For the first time in history I found Belik's grin infectious and smiled with her, "Rank A actually."
"That's good," She said, nodding her head in distant approval, "But?"
"It's a class called Pear knight."
"So that's why you-"
"Yes."
We let the silence hang for a moment. Then in a manner usually associated with mothers, General Belik took a seat next to me. She sat down on the edge of my thigh and leaned against me. I welcomed the general's embrace and let myself cry: silently.
After a silent eternity that was no longer than two minutes, we got up. She stood first and I followed, my hips pressing against her and the wall like a soft avalanche. Just as quick as it had happened she slipped free and led the way out of the alley I had stuffed myself into.
We walked past the crates that had for a short time served as my impromptu curtain. Without their protective cover to hide me, eyes turned in my direction. They roamed up and down and back up my figure for several seconds before going back to their own business. At least most of them did. A few kept staring, kept watching as I walked down the street with the general.
But they did not follow.
As soon as I was out of sight they broke free from their trance. None
followed, either because they were decent enough not to or knew of the general's reputation.
Either way, I paid them no mind. My mind was yet again on my own curves and how they were still heavy, just not cripplingly so. It was a magnificent experience to have my breasts bounce without feeling like they were trying to take my shoulders off. The beauty of being able to move my legs with such ease. As if a great weight had been lifted off my entire body and now-
"Enjoying yourself?"
My hands, centimeters away from the sphere that was my tummy, came to a sudden halt. The globular gut hidden beneath my breasts grumbled in displeasure. It demanded a pat. I ignored its demand as my brain caught up with me and realized that I was not in the privacy of my home yet.
Belik just smiled, "You can have your fun at home. Until then you'll have to control yourself."
"No I'm good."
The general scoffed, "It's part of getting a class Alita. The sudden influx of energy makes you think and act differently until your body properly adapts to it,
"Consider it like a second puberty."
A single question immediately made its way to the forefront of my thoughts, "Am I gonna have another growth spurt?"
"Maybe." The General said, after taking a glance at my chest. "Which Is why I'm taking you to buy some new tarps to wear right now."
The general's answer to my question only made my nerves worse. Half my size was from growth spurts. Getting bigger was the last thing I wanted or needed. It seemed like my body was in disagreement with me on that though.
Whether I did grow or not, one thing remained true: I really did need some new clothes.
Every article of clothing that I owned was definitely too small for me now. We had no choice but to make a trip to the tailors. Where upon arriving, one of old Jim's apprentices rushed inside after taking one good look at me. The young man looked almost appalled by my state of near undressed, and had Belik help pull me through the tiny door.
Even with her help it wasn't easy. My hips, even before their growth, had proven to be the bane of doors greater than this. Rather than letting them continue to pull me and risk the destruction of the door I took a step back and entered in torso first. Then I turned sideways and gradually pulled the rest of me in. A trick I had learned for getting myself inside building with small doors. Even so, It was still a difficult squeeze. I had to suck in my substantial gut and hold my breasts close the entire time.
Once inside I was immediately greeted by old Jim. The man had been my tailor ever since I was a child, and was practically family at this point. His bony arms barely managed to wrap themselves around my waist. A gesture I would've returned if I could. My view of Jim was completely obstructed by my breasts, and no amount of blind groping could find him.
Eventually his arms let go of me and he took some steps back until I could actually see him.
"Didn't I tell you to diet!" The old man yelled from below.
His bark of pure professional tailor rage clued me in to the fact that his hug was not a hug. He had merely been trying to gage how much bigger I had gotten since I last saw him. Which had been about two weeks ago.
"I did!"
"Then tell me why your so much bigger!"
"It has to do with her class." Belik broke in before the two of us could truly escalate into a screaming match.
"What class!"
"Pear knight, it made her more... Pear shaped."
Old Jim's frown instantly deepened into a formidable scowl as he turned his eyes towards me. I stood stock still and said not a word as walked around me. The look in his eyes already said enough; It was measuring time.
Almost in tune with my thoughts Old Jim ordered his apprentices to go and fetch his tools. A few seconds later they returned with a step ladder and some measuring paper. Some really long measuring paper. He handed one end to an assistant and then got up on his little step ladder. Even standing on it his head barely came up past my hips.
Which is where he started. His apprentice walked around me and handed the other end of the paper back to Jim. The old man made a very displeased sound after, I could only assume, looking at the measurement. Then the process was repeated with both of my thighs. Again it was repeated for my waist, and where my butt stuck out the furthest.
Only the measuring paper came up a little short. I couldn't see how short, but I do know that it was, at the very least, a couple inches too short. An apprentice left the room and came back with a longer measuring paper afterward. After getting my posteriors measurements he got a second bigger step ladder and moved up to my boobs.
Old Jim didn't just measure my bust. He was a professional of the highest degree, and in a world where boobs bigger than your head was the norm that meant a whole lot more. What Old Jim did was borderline magic.
He weighed my breasts, accurately guessed their density, and deduced how big I'd be in a week from now.
Then he left, scuttled away to his private work place and set to work. My first class induced puberty growth spurt happened right then. It absolutely shredded what remained of my clothes. But it didn't matter, because Old Jim came back with an outfit that was beautiful, slimming, and fit me perfectly. Next time he left he came back with a bag of bras and clothes that he claimed would last me the week.
And only the week.
"When do you think I'll stop growing?"
The old sagely tailor put his hand to his chin and smiled, "Oh probably by next Sunday, give or take."
Belik was the next to ask him a question. "And how big do you think she'll be?"
Again he gave me another one of his tailor looks. "Big enough."
The answer was good enough for Belik. She handed him a pouch of gold and led me outside once I was dressed. The new outfit somehow looking exactly how I wanted it to: Mostly black paired with a skirt and thigh high leggings. An old Jim classic.
Wearing my new outfit and having a whole slew of new clothes brightened my mood. It was like being invited to a party because you were fun, only better. But if there was anyone who could dampen my spirits it was my mother.
As soon as we arrived home Belik grabbed my clothes and took them upstairs. Conveniently leaving me in the living room with my mom. It wasn't the first time the general had done so and probably wouldn't be the last. My mother however paid no attention to how quickly Belik left, and stared at me. I could practically see how everything else fell away in her vision as she stared.
Not out of love, but scientific interest.
"419 how did the ceremony go?"
"It went.... Wel-"
"What rank class did you get," She interrupted. "A or above I hope?"
A sigh escaped me and went unnoticed by my mother. "A."
"Good, good, you may now return to what you were doing with miss Belik."
Our conversation was over. She sat back down and continued her research. I walked upstairs and barely managed to squeeze myself into my room.
The doorway as always was too narrow, narrower than even old Jim's. I was only able to get through because Belik helped pull, and the wall was made of stone. Very, very durable stone. If it wasn't the wall would've come down on me months ago. The actual door on the other hand had already given up: removed entirely from the doorway it sat in a corner of my room.
In its place of guarding my privacy was a makeshift curtain made from my old clothes. Belik closed the curtain once I was inside, and she then climbed over my bed to get to the other side of the room. From there she continued organizing my dresser drawer. I would have helped her do so but there wasn't enough room.
Just standing in the center of my tiny room I took up half the space. If I turned one way my hips pressed up against one wall or the other. And if I turned another way my butt would cover half my bed and force Belik to go under my boobs if she wanted to pass.
All because my room was still sized for a baby. The only things about it that had changed in the last 18 years of my life was that I got a bed and dresser at the age of five. Both of which were comically too small for me now.
It made me want to scream. But I held me tongue till General Belik had left, saying, "We'll continue your training and work on getting you a job once your body's grown accustomed to your class."
Then I was alone and free to scream in my soundproofed room.