Now may be a good time to panic, but that did not mean that Samus necessarily would. There must have been something that she missed. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose as she folded her arms under her ample bust.
Another menu popped up in front of Camilla's eyes. Progress! Samus was elated. This one, however, seemed to be half a dozen tabs worth of different sliders. Even better than that, there was a question mark icon in the corner. Samus blink-clicked that without any hesitation.
The Skinsuit Series v.0.3 carries the most comprehensive and robust customization software package to date. On initial startup, users will set up their Preferences. Presets can be changed at anytime via the Preferences sub-menu in Settings.
That took some of the weight off of Samus' shoulders, she couldn't leave yet because she was still in the initial startup. And the text was not exaggerating, there were limits, apparently, and a lot of things were set to their minimum.
Such as her height. If there was one thing that got under Camilla's skin it was whenever people underestimated her height. She had this problem with numerous tailors and armorers in Nohr who had yet to see her in person. Just by looking at her from afar most people would guess her to be the sort of girl who grew out, rather than up, and used a pair of high heels to compensate. Whoever gave her this menu had made the same mistake it seemed. Minus her heels, she was left with a hundred and seventy-five centimeters. No, no, no. That would never do. Not when she had spent her whole adult life at a hundred and eighty-nine. Still fourteen centimeters shorter than Xander, but this was just insulting. That slider went right back up to the hundred-eighty-nine mark.
'Wait a minute? Hadn't I always been a hundred and ninety even?' Samus wondered, why she stopped half an inch, one measly centimeter, short of her actual height? Were the nanites causing her to misremember things? That was not good. She had always been six-foot-three, or a hundred and ninety centimeters. As for her weight, a hundred and ninety-eight pounds, ninety kilos even. Yes, that sounded right.
But did she need to stay that way? An imp of whimsy must have wormed its way into her brain because right now Samus was contemplating making herself a teensy bit taller. After all, who wouldn't want that little extra bit of presence? As long as she stayed within the limits of what her suit could accommodate, she should be fine. Which unfortunately meant that Camilla wouldn't be able to increase her height to the herculean two-plus meters, not without modifying the fit and seals of the Power Suit itself. And while the ship could do that, quickly and easily, Samus was still mostly in her 'every second is of the essence' mode. So, just a cheeky hundred ninety-two centimeters just for now. Her naughty little secret.
But, in giving in to impulse once, she widened the gap in her resolve. 'Maybe a few more changes wouldn't hurt,' Samus thought. 'Hair volume? That's going right to the top. Shine and luster too.' Camilla vocalized a sneer at just how disappointingly low a couple of the slides that governed her wavy purple tresses were. Just because she was the most fearsome bounty hunter there was, didn't mean she was lacking in feminine pride. Of course, with hair this thick, long, she'd have to wear it in a wide, flat bun inside her helmet, not that she was unused to tying her hair up anyway. 'Would people even recognize me without my signature ponytail?' Samus mused, holding her hair up in the high ponytail style that she wore whenever she went for a nice, long, relaxing soak in a hot spring.
'Maybe just a few more inches of hair, just enough for it to go down past my butt.' Samus thought, entirely aware that once she dropped her hold of her hair it would be a lot closer to the bottom of her thighs than the top.
"That's better. But, I wonder if I made my darlings, fufufu, a bit bigger." Camilla let out too much of a laugh before she stifled it. Oftentimes the first, and the most immature, thing someone would think to do when they had mastery over their physical proportions was 'Why not make those bigger? After all, what could be the harm?' She shifted the slider three sizes, and her breasts shifted with them.
Samus felt the strain of the tight fabric on her body stretching to contain a pair of bountiful bosoms three sizes beyond what it had been tailored to make. It felt naughty. She dragged two fingers across her backside, imagining where she'd be dragging a riding crop as soon as she got her hands on one and some time alone. "So very naughty." She said in that soft, airy voice that came out whenever she anticipated handing out a punishment.
Then Camilla (or maybe the imp of the perverse possessing her) got another idea. As she was tracing along the exposed side and top of her breasts, she wondered to herself, "Why just three sizes? Why not three times size?" Why not? It was all in good fun, it certainly had nothing to do with the fact that her default bust size was as small as the Skinsuit allowed, and the implication that she was.. petite.. was definitely not gnawing at her subconscious. "I'm an..." Camilla's right eyebrow twitched, "Well, I was an H-cup. That's underbust plus twenty-seven centimeters, times three is underbust plus eighty-one." A slightly coy, but mostly vindictive smile spread across Camilla's face as she moved the slider up to the 158-centimeter mark, and her breasts immediately exploded out of her dress.
Samus felt the meaty slap of her new thunder pumpkins as they flopped out and slapped the upper part of her corset before settling down. There had been some jiggling as they freed themselves from the expensive cloth covering that used to conceal her areolas and a tasteful third of her now gigantic globes. Feeling around for the now pathetically small bits of cloth sent little tingles of pleasure up Samus' back, tingles for a back that was probably going to hate her come tomorrow morning for what she had done to her bustline. Although, this Camilla body of hers came with some impressively firm, perky, bouncy bosoms. 'At least those sliders looked decently high,' Samus thought with a twitch of her left eyebrow.
'It would just take a second.' The voice of treachery whispered again into her mind again. 'After all, doing that mental math you did, working out the size of the things. H-cups aren't flat. You owe it to yourself to try.' That wasn't even the nanomachines that might have gotten into her brain this time. The thoughts were there, they were naughty, they were lascivious. Camilla would have to give herself a stern reminder of what happens to girls who misbehave. The second she got some time to herself with her riding crop… And her hairbrush too, after she was done pampering her now so-much-more-wonderful hair. "Doing my hair just to play with myself? A naughty girl indeed. Fufufu." Camilla let out a perverted giggle.
"Fufufufufu.." Samus was not even bothering to stifle her laughs anymore. She had been pulled down this path by the name of the next slider below the one she had moved, the one that moved up with it to synchronize with the Bustline slider that had just mocked her. Breast Diameter. Samus was rubbing her thighs together as soon as the thought entered her head. After teasing the slider just over the 18.5-inch mark, Samus let the weight of her decision hit her. "Mmmmm..." Another sultry moan came out in the suit's voice as the full weight of a pair of breasts that were closer to two feet across than they were to one settled on her beleaguered back muscles.
There are a lot of ways to measure breasts. It makes sense, as many people are invested in making and retaining accurate estimations and accounts of that which is valuable, as for the weight of breasts, that can either be calculated using the volume of sphere of a particular diameter, a hemisphere of a particular diameter, or a hemi-ellipsoid of a particular length, width, and height, all times the density of human flesh (or silicone in some cases, though certainly not this one) And trying to do geometric algebra with a haze of lust and a few barbs of spite about the brain, as well as the potential infiltration of a nanomachine colony is a tall ask. All of this is to say why Samus came up with two wildly different guesses for the weight of her tits off the top of her head, and arrive at the conclusion that she may have overdone it a bit.
The first, the more conservative estimate, was 61.6 pounds, each, for a total of 123.2 pounds, or about an additional 60% increase in her weight. The second, the more aggressive estimate, was a whopping forty-eight kilograms each, adding more than double her original ninety-one kilo bodyweight to her poor back and shoulder muscles.
Frankly, Samus didn't care which was more accurate. After all it hardly matters whether a 123-pound or a 211-pound weight on your chest pulls you into a face forward free-fall in the way that her mountains of mammary magnificence made manifest the machinations of gravity in a manner mostly mimicking a mudslide. Bluntly, the big bosomed beauty fell forward.
With speed, finesse, and purpose that would leave most gifted casters slack-jawed, Camilla cast a wind spell and caught herself. Camilla rolled, or rather flopped, over on the cushion of soft, cool air and reclined with yet another sultry moan.
It was fun for Samus, to lounge there for a minute or several, imagining herself as a bewitchingly beautiful queen, adored by all as the light of her kingdom. Commanding often with a scepter that functioned as a sorcerer's staff, or a wave of her hand that bade elements and forces move, but sometimes with an axe. But fantasies about timelines and realities of her time ruling Nohr didn't answer the question. 'How did I do that? Nanites manipulating local relative gravity? No, I'm not desperate enough to believe that excuse yet. Are they generating an air current to keep me aloft? It certainly feels like it, but it is far too quiet.' But sadly, it was time to get on with it. She was definitely keeping the luscious hair, and wearing her bangs over her left eye was definitely going to be one of her casual styles after this was over. And the 62-inch bustline was coming back once she had her Power Suit refitted to support it. But for now, back down to J-cups she went.
Why couldn't she move the slider back? Samus tried refocusing on the interface; failed. She tried blink-clicking the refresh option; that failed too. She tried pressing with her finger thereabouts of where the slider was superimposed over her vision and moving it manually; failure. Then Samus tried switching back to the bustline slider, as opposed to the breast-diameter slider, and that one didn't go back either. Breast weight? No good. Maybe she could test her height again? Samus shrank herself back down to five-eight, but then got back up to six-three without fuss. But that didn't change the size of her breasts. She entertained adding on another six-or-more inches, make herself as tall as her elder brother. But what if she did and her titties grew with her? It didn't look like they would go back down with her to her normal height. Samus couldn't risk making herself any bigger.
She could, however, stay mobile. Camilla had the spells she needed to keep her breasts off the ground, the rest of herself too if she decided that she wanted to float around on a litter or mattress (she couldn't tell which was more appropriate) of air. And helpfully, for Samus, there was a Combat & Magic tab that looked ever so tempting.
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