At Long Last Ch. 03 - Adapting

//Apologies for the late wait on this one, I know it's been a while since my last chapter. This chapter is a bit slower than the prior two and consists mainly of Lila dealing with her new size! If you haven't read the last two chapters, make sure to do so before reading this, otherwise you won't be able to follow the story. This story contains; futa, sizes of ridiculous proportions as well as an abhorrent amount of cum. Enjoy!

I'll spare you the explanation of how Elly and I spent the rest of the day meticulously scraping my thick, viscous seed from each and every surface in the living room. I could safely say that after that long, arduous process, I was going to be much more careful with how I used this weapon between my legs, at least if the property involved was my own.

'You REALLY had to get it everywhere, didn't you?' Elly questions, wiping some sweat from her brow. 'I don't think I'll ever get this room smelling normal again.'

'Hey!' I interrupt. 'It was my first time, alright? Cut me some slack at least. It was like... I don't know how to explain it. It was fifty times more stimulating than anything I've felt before. I felt feral.' I say, unsure of how to really word what I had felt in that moment. Needless to say, I was eager to feel it again.

However, all those wonderful feelings would have to be put on the back burner for a bit. There were bigger issues being posed. As Elly had mentioned earlier, I was in dire need of an outfit. I hadn't attempted to put on a single article of clothing since our ordeal earlier and I didn't think there'd even be anything in this house that would fit what I had become. Hell, I doubted that any store out there would sell clothes in my size. Meanwhile Elly had easily been able to fit her new body into some of my old clothes.

As Elly removed her work gloves, I took a few moments to look at her form, impressed by how quickly she'd grown accustomed to losing almost two feet in height.

'Does it not feel weird?' I ask.

Elly looks to me from the side, placing her gloves between her bicep and chest to keep them in place. She takes a moment or so to reply. 'Honey, I've honestly never felt so agile in my life. Yeah, it's odd and all but it feels like a weight has been lifted. Probably because it literally has.' She answers.

'It does? That's reassuring, honestly. I was worried you'd hate being small.' In parallel to a weight being lifted from Elly, that reassurance was a figurative weight lifted off of my shoulders too. 'I don't feel weighty at all. I can't explain it, I feel like I belong in this body.'

Elly was quick to retort. 'That's because you've got super strength, you idiot.' She says sarcastically with a shit-eating grin pasted on her face, throwing her gloves at me before making her way to the door. 'We'll head to the mall in the morning. I know a tailor store that we can get you some clothes fitted at.'

With that, she exits the room and I listen to the creaking of the floorboards as she makes her way upstairs, presumably to sleep.

I take a few moments to gaze around the room, taking in our handiwork. The day had been eventful. I still hadn't even explained to Elly where these powers had came from. I hadn't thought about that too much but I could only assume they came from that blue glowing rock in the forest. That wasn't exactly an answer either considering I still had no idea what that rock was. On top of all this, I'd lost my job and I'd met one of my heroes, 10-1.

This truly had shaped up to be the absolute worst day of my life yet somehow that had all been flipped on its head within the past 10 hours. Now, I was on a high the likes of which no drug could provide. Everything I'd ever dreamt of having was within the palm of my hands; a body fit for a goddess and abilities I could change more than just myself with. Endless thoughts encircled me. I wanted to use my newfound powers to make a positive change.

I had spent a large part of my life being jealous of Kat and I'd constantly take the moral high ground in regards to any thought towards her. She was undeserving of her powers and I'd always thought about what I could do if they were mine. Now, they were and I was ready to act upon my beliefs.

Before I could start working on my larger than life dreams however, I'd have to sort myself out first.

Knowing that Elly had taken her leave to get some sleep, I decided to follow suit and return to my bedroom. My exhaustion from this never ending day was obvious with how heavy my eyes were feeling. To make it even more apparent, with just a few seconds of relaxing in my bed, I was out cold, sleeping like a baby.

//

My eyes shot open and a confusion spread through me as to why I wasn't feeling that usual early-morning dreariness. A benefit of Kat's power, I suppose. I tilt my head up slightly but I find myself unable to see much of my body due to the enormous pair of tits that now engulfed my vision. I grumble to myself as I sit up, realising just how silly my sleeping arrangement looked now. It was a small single bed, but my body no longer fit it and my legs were well beyond the end of it. Even as I pivoted myself around so that my legs were hanging over the edge, the bed would creak and moan. It was clear that it wasn't meant to hold my kind of weight and probably wouldn't last much longer.

I wipe both hands down across my face and slowly stand myself up, my eyes immediately focusing on the mirror across the way. Within a second of looking at my new self, I was entranced. Since the changes the night prior, I hadn't seen my body in its entirety and now that I could gaze upon my full self, I couldn't help but be obsessed.

I rested a palm under one of my oversized breasts and simply lifted it up, watching as the thick flesh bulged around my hand. I then let go of the enormous globe and watch as the weight of it makes itself clear, the huge tit dropping heavily, bounding back and forth. The sight of my enormous, bouncing bosom made me feel a now familiar sensation growing in my groin but I was quick to catch myself.

'No! Jesus, how narcissistic.' I whisper to myself. I had to audibly make that statement in an attempt to convince myself that I was indeed a more modest person. But I knew deep down that my new body made me so incredibly horny and if I refused to control myself, that feeling would quickly consume me.

I pry my eyes away from the mirror and make my way out of my room. I shivered as I stuffed myself through the doorway. I was now wide enough to the point that my thick hips and thighs were struggling to fit through the doors in our house, which were already slightly wider than normal doors to accommodate my mother's old body. But with some effort, I was able to fit myself through.

Similar to the day prior, upon exiting my bedroom, I was greeted by Elly on the landing as she was about to make her way downstairs. When her eyes lay upon me, she almost jumped in glee.

'Lila! Finally, you're awake! You slept in, it's almost midday.' She exclaims before rushing over and grabbing my hand, pulling me gently towards her bedroom. 'Anyway, never mind that. I took the time that you were sleeping to make you something.'

I didn't have time to even question her. Instead, I just let her drag me into her room. What lay inside was a massive surprise. Sprawled out on her bed was an enormous dress decorated in all black although the material of it looked coarse and rough. It was enormous and clearly made with my body in mind. The shoulder straps were thick and instead of a zipper on the back, it looked like Elly had fashioned buttons that would help keep it together as I wore it. Each of these buttons were slightly different in appearance, leaving me to assume that Elly had taken them from various articles of clothing.

'So what do you think?' She asked, standing with a confident pose, her hands firmly on her hips and her feet spread apart. I got ready to speak but Elly was quick on the draw, 'Don't answer that, let's try it on!'

I let out a light chuckle at just how eager Elly was. I nod in compliance and pick up the enormous dress, stepping into it while Elly helped me pull it up somewhat. I position the straps over my shoulders and kneel down so that Elly could button it up from behind. I didn't want to say anything but even this dress was tight on me. I felt this brand new feeling of my body straining the fabric that I wore. It hugged my hips and thighs, only going loose once it was past my knees while my chest threatened to tear the thick material. On top of that, it felt incredibly rough on my bare skin, making me curious as to where she got this material in the first place.

'Elly, what is this even made out of?' I ask curiously, itching my back a bit.

'I'm glad you asked! Well, let's just say I'll be needing to buy some more curtains when we go out today.' She chuckles. 'Consider yourself lucky too. If I hadn't taken that seamstress class back in college, you'd have nothing to cover yourself with.' I couldn't help but smile at Elly. The amount of effort she was putting in for me was incredibly endearing. 'Don't worry, I know it isn't a perfect fit but once we've been to the tailor's, we'll get you some much more acceptable clothes.' She reassured me..

'Elly...' I began but was quickly interrupted as she held her hand up.

'I don't want to hear it. Anything for my daughter.' She states with a wide smile. Her smile returns to a conclusive look as she reaches a hand to her bedside table. From the top she pulls some sort of combat strap. 'One more thing, honey. This may feel uncomfortable but you NEED to strap your dick to your thigh. Even in that baggy dress, I can see your bulge. Not to mention how much that thing will swing around as you walk.'

As much as I didn't want to tame my appendage, she was right. It would be nothing but immodest to let it swing merrily. I take the combat strap from her and sit down on the bed, pulling up my dress a bit. I wrap the open strap around my leg and cock before attaching the two ends together. I pulled at the tightener harshly until my dick stopped bobbing back and forth. She was right, this was uncomfortable. When I stood back up however, the results were clear as the bulge was nowhere near as apparent.

'Perfect.' I muttered while Elly looked up at me. I took a few steps forward and was taken aback by the sensation of my dick moving in conjunction with my left leg. It felt wrong but I guess I was going to have to live with it. I wouldn't want someone's dick swinging around in my peripherals either.

'Alright. Time to go shopping!' Elly exclaimed excitedly.

//

The next monumental task was fitting into my car. Even trying to get in the front was out of the question as my new ass was simply far too big, each single cheek would dominate an entire seat and then some. Our conclusion was to push both chairs as far forward as possible and for me to squeeze myself in the back. And by 'squeeze', I meant struggle for 10 minutes as I tried to find an angle to get my enormous rear through one of the doors. The metal creaked and groaned around my enormity as I inched myself in. It was such a task that by the end of it, the car door had been permanently widened.

If I were to say I was stuffed in the back, that would be an understatement. My entire backside took up the entire row of seats and I was forced to slouch forward as I was too tall to fit in comfortably height wise either. I sat with my head tilted to the left, still with the top of it pressing hard against the roof.

Elly gets in the front seat and turns on the engine. Looking over her shoulder at me, she smirks. 'Can you budge a little, I can't see out the back window.' She teases.

'Shut the fuck up, Elly.' I laugh. She laughs along with me and puts the car into gear, exiting the driveway.

When you think about being as big as I am, you fail to recognise the everyday problems that would come along with it. Elly had lived with this all of her life, so her teasing was from a place of experience. Granted, she hadn't been even close to as big as I was now but she had still been at a size where otherwise normal sized things needed to be altered to accommodate her, such as the doorways in her house.

We sat in silence for a while as the drive ensued, only broken up by various groans from me as I tried to fit myself into a more comfortable position. That veil of silence is broken however when Elly gets curious.

'I'd forgotten to even consider it after yesterday's insanity but why were you home early?' She questions, her eyes flicking between her rear view mirror and the road.

'Oh jeez, that's a long story. There's actually a lot I haven't told you. I got fired for being late.' I answer honestly.

'Late!? You're never late, are you? Never by more than ten or so minutes at least.'

'Not usually. This time was different though. I was late by about two hours. I kinda got held up because I tried to take a shortcut. To be honest, it probably would have acted as a shortcut too but I ended up trying to save a screaming person from inside a forest-' I began to speak at an increasingly fast speed, '- who actually turned out to be 10-1 and he absorbed the power from my phone which caused it to break but brought him back to life because he was like TOTALLY dying, right? And-'

'Lila! Slow down!' She interrupts. I halt my speech and blink curiously, noticing I had been rushing myself in my eagerness.

I spend a short while breaking down the events of the day prior and explaining them to Elly. From everything to my tire getting popped by Kat, all the way to getting fired and coming home to that unspeakable sight of my own mother getting railed.

After I'd finished speaking, there is a lengthy silence where Elly just took in everything that I had said. With wide eyes, she finds her words, 'Well. God, Lila. It's a good job that you discovered your powers.' She exclaims with some sense of relief.

'You don't have to tell me twice.' I retort. With that, we reached our destination, Chusty Mall.

It was slightly easier to get out of the car this time given that I had already widened the hole whilst stuffing myself in. 'Slightly easier' meaning it took a few minutes less but still was a task. Elly, being the thoughtful woman that she was, had parked a moderate distance away from any other parked car. That way no one would have been able to watch me struggle.

I arrange my dress accordingly and glance around. My initial thoughts were about how odd it was to look down upon the world from this new height. The thoughts that came quickly after were of how much I stood out. Even from across the entire parking lot, I spotted people staring my way, only looking away when I caught their gaze. I understood that this was something I'd have to deal with. Elly noted this and reassured me somewhat, saying, 'Well of course people are going to stare when you're a goddess.', It was like she could read my thoughts. With a quick smile down to her, we continue into the mall.

I had been here a few days ago for some clothes and I was familiar with the layout. It was almost sad to know that all my favorite clothing shops would be useless to me now as the only items that could fit my size would need to be tailor made.

It became more and more apparent how much I stood out as we walked through the mall. I rested miles above anyone else, and I was like the centre of attention. I was pleasantly surprised however to see that people could resist staring, watching as people restrained themselves from gazing upon me. I didn't know whether to be proud of every look or to be disgusted with how people would gawp at someone different. However my mother's words echoed through my head in reassurance, one word standing out far more than the others: Goddess.

It hadn't felt like we had been walking for long before we reached a simple doorway with a chalkboard sign resting just to the side. The writing was almost illegible on the sign but I could make out that it was a list of opening and closing hours. The door however was wooden in design, intricate patterns decorating its surface, the aged texture making it appear as if it was taken directly from a Victorian household.

My curiosity was emphasised by how out of place this all seemed. A mall was typically known for having open and very apparent stores whereas this one was almost hidden.

Elly pushes the door open and a bell chimes as it does so, adding even more to the traditional nature of the shop. I follow suit and find myself having to bend down to get through as well as angle my body in such a way that I could squeeze my enormous backside through the average sized door. Once through however, I am greeted by a somewhat small shop, when compared to any other in the mall at least. A few racks of clothing laced both the left and right of the room, each rack sporting a very different style of clothing. On one there was clothing designed in a gothic style while on another lay sweatpants. Bomber jackets, ornate dresses, even what looked like hero costumes. This store seemed to have everything.

Although I hadn't noticed, resting at the end of the store was the counter and past the counter was a woman. She hadn't noticed us enter, seemingly enthralled by a device in her hand. The device looked like a tablet but didn't seem to fit into the style of any brand I knew of.

She was of average height, her body of average proportions. Despite looking away, I could tell that she was pretty. Her soft looking skin was free of wrinkles, her cheeks radiating a red warmth while her face was adorned with a pair of reading glasses. She had messy brown hair that was tied into a bun, a sloppy one at that.

As her eyes looked away from her tablet, she caught a glimpse of us and as soon as we caught her gaze, her face contorted into a one of confusion. She grasps her glasses and takes them away from her face, squinting and rubbing her eyes. She was young, maybe a few years older than me. Without a word, she was quick to her feet. With a hastened pace, she walks around the counter and quickly towards Elly. She was wearing a knitted loose cardigan coloured in a gorgeous cream while underneath was a well fit, white long sleeved shirt that was tucked into a pair of jeans that looked as if they had been designed with her proportions in mind.

I raise an eyebrow, mainly as I was not the centre of attention in this situation. The woman examined Elly, biting lightly onto the temple tip of her glasses.

'There's no way. 5 feet tall, How did you get so small, Elly?' The woman asks. She spoke in a thick British accent, the sort of stereotypical posh one. It was so strong that it was almost as if she was forcing it. What amazed me the most is that this woman instantly recognised that this was Elly despite her immense changes.

'That's a long story, perhaps one for another day, Gabby.' Elly chuckles. Gabby squints and lets out a faint 'hmm' before putting her glasses back on and taking a few steps back. Elly continues, 'I'm actually not here for myself. This is my daughter, Lila.' She says, gesturing towards me. I give a small wave and Gabby quickly looks towards me. Her eyes start moving quickly across my body, darting between each part of me. As she did this, her lips moved quickly as if she was saying something to herself.

'Yeah.' She replies blankly, reaching for her tablet and typing a few things into it. I look down to Elly and she looks back up to me. A gentle smile from her was all I needed to understand that the odd woman was trustworthy.

We sit there in silence for a bit before Gabby finishes typing. 'Attribute absorption, attribute distribution and super strength. Huh.' She states. 'So that explains why Elly is small and you aren't. Although the method of absorbing attributes seems very unconventional. But hey, I don't judge.'