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Streams of Confidence

Part 10

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

Amelia spent what she had left of the day gaming, vegging, and most importantly, stretching. She used her other dildos, the smaller ones, to start working on opening up her asshole as well as her pussy. She took the time to use the smallest first, and then work up from there to the bigger ones. With her ass, she took extra time, going so far as to use the biggest of her 'normal' dildos as well as the smallest to start working in some extra stretches. With the giant horse cock that DarkSoles had bought her, she was going to need every bit of elasticity back there that she could get.

Unless I got taller, she thought at one point. That little excuse got rammed back down where it belonged; even if she did get taller, she needed to have some stretch back there, or it would struggle just going in, let alone being used.

And so the night went, and so she slipped off to slumber afterward without a hint of further chatter from Ailsa. She was starting to wonder if she had been a little too cruel to the other stingray, but considering the sheer shock to the system that had come from being hit with the idea of being an alt of someone else, she didn't feel too guilty. After all, Ailsa was the one that opened that door, and she hadn't done anything to make it easier to take that little surprise.

Sex, anticipation, and that little hint of worry were what followed her down to sleep, and she woke with throbbing cocks over her belly, a pussy that was drooling down to her asshole, and a little hint of curiosity. She glanced toward her bed, and she spotted the tablet poking out with just a hint of the screen glowing. It looked almost like a pet that was seeing whether it was safe to come out or not.

Sighing, she waved, and it floated into the air. Ailsa's image popped onto the screen properly when it was close enough to her.

"Are you feeling better?" Ailsa asked.

"Not about the alt stuff."

"Sorry. I didn't word that very well. I was too excited."

"Yeah? Why?"

"I don't know. Seeing someone else, seeing what they were like. Wondering what different mes would be like."

"You know, I'm more than just a different you. Or how would you like to think about yourself as a different me?"

"I'm not - oh. Oh. I kinda get it now."

Amelia hoped she did. The whole idea of being considered someone's 'alt' like that made it feel like she was nothing more than a spin-off of what the original was, that she didn't matter so much in and of herself. If she didn't matter, save for what kind of differences her life had compared to the 'original', then it was really hard to pull together the willpower to try and do anything.

She folded her arms under her head as the tablet floated higher. Ailsa tapped her chin, shaking her head.

"Look. I'm not trying to be...bad about this."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm just...curious. And maybe a little lonely."

"Everyone is," Amelia said, shaking her head.

"Yeah, but not everyone can look between the universes, can they?"

"Got me there."

"So, I wanted to look around. See what the various alts were like. Maybe see if I could, you know, help them out a little bit."

"And turn them into you?"

"...That wasn't really the intention, sexy as that might be."

"I don't want to go Matrix 2 with this shit."

"Oh god. Ugh. I'd make a horrible Smith."

At least they could agree on that. They both had a small smile that faded away shortly after at the idea of living out that particular movie. However, there were other things that still had to be covered.

Amelia sat up, stretching her out her legs and pointing her toes before swinging them off the couch. Sleeping out here had done wonders for her back, but now her shoulders hated her. She'd have to do something about that later. As she shifted around, rubbing her eyes, the tablet continued to float around her, and Ailsa continued to explain herself.

"I just wanted to try and help."

"Well, you did that, at least."

"You sure?"

"I have more support now than I did before...and I admit that this body feels better than the last one."

"...I'm glad."

The stingray's voice had gone soft there, and she sounded almost a little tearful, like she had hoped to accomplish that, but hadn't thought she would. Amelia rubbed the back of her neck again, shaking her head.

"Look. I'm glad that you wanted to help, but...we need to set some rules for any further chat, okay?"

"I can work with rules."

"One. You're Ailsa, and I'm Amelia. No more alt stuff."

"...That's kinda boring."

"But it keeps me from freaking out."

"Can I push for 'no more alt stuff for now'?"

"..."

"You might get curious about the others I find, too."

"...Fine. I'll go with 'for now,' but we both have to agree about when we start changing that. Okay?"

"I'll agree with that," the other stingray said, nodding. "What else?"

"Let's see..."

Over the next hour, the pair of them hashed out the rules for talking to one another, at least for the start of their little relationship. Rather than busting out every so often, Ailsa and Amelia would talk to each other once a week, updating each other on what they were doing, and then moving on. They would keep the conversations on a timed basis, no more than thirty minutes per session at first, and then see where it went.

And most of all, no sex.

"Come on," Ailsa said. "That's not fair. I've always wanted to flirt with someone like me."

"Yeah? Well, my job is all sex. I want a break from it from time to time."

"You can have a break from fake sex with actual sex."

"Says the woman that can breach dimensional walls..."

"Come on. Just a little bit? At least say we can keep the calls naked."

"...Ugh. Fine."

Ailsa smiled. She imagined that the other woman thought that she'd gotten a win out of that. Amelia didn't particularly care. She was working nude all day, she might as well continue with a phone call doing that, too.

At least we're not cybering.

She looked at the nearest clock, then winced. She was going to be due for her big stream soon, and that meant that it was time to get started setting up. As she stood up, the tablet followed.

"Busy?"

"Very," Amelia admitted.

"Should I leave you be?"

"Probably."

"You're a little abrupt. Are you just doing this as a favor to me?"

"At the moment? Kinda."

"Oh...well..."

"Look. I don't know you yet. You're still treating me like an 'alt', like someone that you can study, rather than someone that you want to get to know. That's not really that fun for me. It feels...wrong. Like I'm not a person, you know?"

"I...yeah, I get that. I'm sorry."

"You said that before," Amelia said, making her way to the bedroom, pulling her chair out and adjusting some of the toys that were laid by the computer. She pulled out a few new vials, a few new needles, and started filling them up with the proper doses of the Recro-TF. "But if you are really sorry, you need to start changing that. Treat me like you'd treat, I don't know, some other stingray that isn't you."

"I know, I know. I'm trying. It's not easy."

"I don't know what to tell you."

"I know that, too."

"Oh, don't go saying that it's because I'm you. I'm still my own person."

"Ugh. Why is this so hard?"

Amelia shrugged. She honestly wasn't entirely sure. Then again, it might be because she was a little more fixated on being herself, and focused on trying to get her work ready than she was on socializing. She went silent, and eventually, after saying that she'd call next week, Ailsa hung up. The tablet floated down, landing on the nearby bed.

She didn't want to think 'good riddance' about the other stingray logging off, but she had to stop herself from doing it anyway. All things considered, she did want to talk to Ailsa again, but she needed to help the other stingray stop seeing it the way that she was. Amelia was happy to have someone else to talk to outside of work, but she needed to be seen as a person, not just an extent of someone else, some other version of Ailsa.

I'm more than just another you, she thought. And you're more than just another me.

It was a surprisingly mumsy thought, she realized, and wondered if she had picked the right thing by accident, after all. She chuckled, shaking her head as she got comfortable in her streaming chair. Her breasts tugged her forward a bit, and she reached under them, supporting them with one arm. They no longer ached with stimulation, thankfully, though they were still more sensitive than they had ever been before she started streaming.

Going to look forward to the muscles to keep these under control, she thought, booting everything up. Jesus. Just keeping these out of the way...

She paused, looking down at the chair. Now that she thought it, all the muscle growth that she was probably going to go through, combined with the greater height, was probably going to snap the chair like a twig. Might be better to get something that wasn't going to break, now that she thought about it.

A few seconds later, having dragged the couch through the door and into the bedroom, she turned the camera on. The chat immediately jumped in, though they were understandably confused about the couch.

**Admin: Just to explain.

Admin: I'm going to grow today, and I don't want to break the chair.

Admin: Gonna be annoying enough to buy a new one.

DarkSoles: Ah, right. That makes sense.

ServileSerpent: And this way, you can recline like the queen you are.

ServileSerpent: Perhaps you can favor us with a view before we start?**

She smiled, shaking her head at Servile's request. He really was quite the polite man.

"I guess I could give you all a view. Not like you could see this so well from the other camera angles."

The stingray leaned back slowly, her long white hair a bit of a bed behind her. She spread her legs slowly, lifting them up into the air before pulling them off to the side. Her dark red cocks were already rising for the camera, and as she ran her hands past her breasts, running them over her rising shafts, her pussy came into view, as well as her asshole. She could feel and see that her pucker was still rather warm and puffy from the stretching that she'd put it through last time, and she ran her fingers over it, teasing DarkSoles and all the other viewers that liked a little anal.

Of course, she was horny in all kinds of ways, and that showed as her pussy clenched repeatedly on camera. She brought her other hand up to her feminine sex, rubbing around it in a slow circle.

"Is this what you wanted to see, everyone? A full, spread-out stingray?"

The chat definitely seemed to like it, that was for sure. They were giving all kinds of thumbs-up and little tips here and there. She liked seeing the one and two dollar tips coming in, but she liked the chat more.

She idly teased her clit a few times, rubbing around the little numb and the base of her cocks, but there was only so long that she was going to keep that going. They had a schedule, after all. She sat up, groaning as her breasts dragged her forward a bit, making her lean forward at the edge of the couch and shake them a bit.

"Mmm...are you guys ready for some muscle?"

**ServileSerpent: Always, ma'am.

DwelleroftheDeep: I think I can stand to look at a strong woman.

DwelleroftheDeep: No use against my tentacles, of course.

DwelleroftheDeep: Go on. Struggle.

DarkSoles: Let's get this show on the road.

DungeonDragon: Sorry, almost didn't make it. I didn't miss anything, right?

ServileSerpent: Just our lady of lust showing off a bit.

DungeonDragon: Good. The TF is the best part.**

She did worry a bit about him. Would he stick around when she wasn't transforming all the time anymore? She wasn't sure, but she hoped that he would. He seemed like a good man, even if he was a little wound up in himself sometimes.

Amelia reached for the vials, turning one of them around so that the chat could see it. The Recro-TF was purple with silver streaks through it, labeled for muscle growth. She spun the needle around a bit, smiling at the camera as she leaned back a little bit.

"So, where should we start? Abs? Shoulders? Arms? Butt? Legs?"

**DwelleroftheDeep: Butt.

DungeonDragon: Butt, please.

DarkSoles: I would have said abs, just to have the core set up, but the chat seems to have other ideas.

ServileSerpent: Arms.

ServileSerpent: But I wouldn't say no to your delicious booty.**

"The booty has it, then."

Amelia turned around, laying on her side and lifting her tail out of the way for the camera to have a better angle of what she was doing. She rubbed her hand along her curvy rump, spreading the cheeks slightly before running the needle down to the left globe. She could feel the little shivers that came, the little scratch of the needle slightly intimidating. But only slightly.

"Alright. Here we go."

The soft pinch that followed was almost imperceivable for her. Maybe it was the fact that her skin was more porous, allowing all the water in to keep it nice and hydrated, or maybe there was something else going on. Either way, she didn't feel anything until she depressed the plunger on the syringe.

"Ah!"

She gasped, pulling the needle out quickly. Not from pain, but from the sudden tightness that followed. The muscles were already starting to grow, already starting to pinch around the metal. She had to get it out quickly before it could start bruising, or worse, trapping the needle in place.

She did a quicker injection in the other cheek, then had to stop, huffing, puffing as she felt the first growth of muscle starting. Putting the needle on the tray on the floor, she kept her ass pointed back at the camera, feeling it bubbling, pushing out, hardening.

Mmmph...

The hardening feeling was almost like what she got when her dicks started throbbing, that tight, tense feeling that went with all the...the sensitivity that came with it. She reached back again, touching her ass cheeks. The soft jiggle that had been there was getting replaced by a firm layer of muscle. The skin didn't depress anymore, but rather just..held.

Wow...oh wow...

She kept fondling herself, trying to pull her cheeks apart, but they were spasming, tensing, pulling together in a very different way. She could feel her pucker tightening, too, almost like it was working in rhythm with the rest of her backside.

And...and it was growing, too.

"Ah...ah...fuck..."

Amelia moaned under her breath, feeling her cocks and pussy twitching, both oozing with excited juices as her ass grew with the sheer mass of muscle that was pumping into it. Her existing muscle was added to, enhanced, pushed outwards. She felt like she was getting a tight, muscular bubble butt, one that pushed out enough to get attention, but would probably break the hand of anyone that tried to smack it.

Fuck...

She groaned under her breath, lowering her head to the cushion on the edge of the couch. The chat was probably very vocal right now, but fuck her if she could actually move. The spasms were as bad as a muscle cramp, pulling her cheeks together, rippling through her core, but not with pain. There was some strange, wrong pleasure there.

Finally, it passed. She panted for breath, slowly rolling over so that she could check her ass cheeks.

They were definitely bigger, and firmer, too. There was a far more defined valley between them, too, something that made her feel like she could hotdog someone there for quite a while. Probably get them off well before they started penetrating her, too.

She groaned, rubbing that spot, running a finger between the cheeks. The sheer amount of muscle down there squeezed down, almost trapping her finger in place.

"Well...that was a learning experience," she muttered, rolling over to check the screen. As expected, the chat was busy as fuck.

**ServileSerpent: Well...that is an ass I want on my face.

DungeonDragon: Mmmph. Needs to be bigger. Biiiiiigger.

DwelleroftheDeep: I want that to be stuffed full.

DwelleroftheDeep: That ass needs a challenge.

DwelleroftheDeep: A ride.

DarkSoles: I don't know if I'd get my cock back thrusting into that thing.

DarkSoles: I'd be willing to try, though.

DarkSoles: How do you feel?**

"Holy shit, that was a ride," Amelia managed to mutter.

**DarkSoles: Yeah, not surprising.

DungeonDragon: Why do you say that?

DarkSoles: Muscles. They are more intense than other shifts.

DarkSoles: Kinda like a super-cramp that turns pleasurable.

DarkSoles: At least, for some people. Some have a reaction, turns it bad.**

Considering the sheer intensity of just growing her ass, Amelia was damn glad that she hadn't done more than that on the first go. The fact that she could have had the bad reaction and gotten that as pain rather than pleasure...oh, god, that would have been agony. She shivered.

"Okay, okay, that's...that's the first part," she said. "Give me a second, and then we'll do a bit more of an all-over muscle growth."

If she was going to go through that, she might as well get the whole thing done at once, rather than body part by body part. They'd be here all day if she did that. As it was, she was pretty sure that she'd need a few minutes break just to gather her courage to start the next step.

The chat was understanding, at least. She leaned back, rubbing some of the sweat from her forehead as she imagined what the next part was going to feel like. Then...something occurred to hear.

"Hey, Soles. You know a lot about this stuff."

**DarkSoles: I...have a little knowledge, yes.

DwelleroftheDeep: I have more. I've gone through this.

DarkSoles: There you go.**

"Nah, nah. You're better informed. Did you study this stuff, Soles, or go through it?"

**DarkSoles: I plead the fifth.

DwelleroftheDeep: Guilty! GUILTY!

DungeonDragon: Oh, whoa, whoa. We have someone else TFed in here?

DungeonDragon: I demand pics.

ServileSerpent: I don't suppose that they are speaking the truth, DS?

DarkSoles: I'd prefer my privacy.

DarkSoles: If the stingray is willing to wait a few days, she'll find out for herself.**

"I can wait. And you guys, don't bully." She wagged her finger at the screen. "I was just curious, and I should have kept my mouth shut and talked to him in private. Let's not turn this into an interrogation."

Amelia held up another vial, smiling shakily.

"Besides, my show's not over. So...shall I do the muscle stuff on its own, or shall I do a full thing of muscle and growth?"

There was no question from anyone what they wanted next. Muscle and growth carried the day, and she took a deep breath. If the muscle growth in one spot had been that intense, she knew that it was going to be a hell of a lot stronger across the entire body. And the growth, the height gain? That was going to be a stretch and a half.

But it's going to be worth it.

Just imagining herself taller, thicker, stronger, more of an amazon woman than this sultry small thing that she was, made her feel better. And if that would set her up as more of her own person, then that was all for the best.

Sitting up straight, she held both of the vials in hand. She had decided that the main place to inject them would be into her abs, where it would have a chance to spread through the rest of her body more evenly. She huffed softly, knowing that this was going to sting. A lot.

"Alright. Here...we...go - Nnngh!"

Amelia hissed as soon as the needles entered her skin. This was so much different than taking it in the butt; this was taking it in the guts, and her muscles immediately started tensing even before the injection started. She depressed the plungers hard, then threw the vials across the room. She was half-sure that one cracked as it hit the wall, but she didn't care; it was already rushing through her.

"Nnngh...mmmph! MMMMPH!"

She spasmed, falling backwards, huffing and puffing as her muscles started curling, pulling, tensing, all kinds of movements and motions that they really weren't supposed to do at that level. She felt like she was being wrestled by her own abs, her skin pulled tight and then stretched taut. The stingray groaned, slowly pulling her head down to stare at her stomach.

The abs that she'd expected were coming up, alright, forming the little bumps that she had thought she'd see along her skin, but they were rising hard and firm. It was like watching something come up from below the sea, some sort of great, immovable vessel that was finally being exposed.

Fuck...fuck...

She barely managed to drag a shaking finger down her abs before it started spreading, just enough to feel the sheer hardness of her muscles down there. They were much stronger than she expected, and much firmer.

"NNNGH!"

Another spasm, rolling her half off the couch, leaving her on her side and gripping the arm of the couch. She groaned, staring at the camera, watching as her pecs started lifting up, as her thighs started expanding with thick bulges and ripped whorls of muscle. Her breasts started pushing forward, then up, leaving her looking only slightly flatter, but with much more support under her breasts.

"Fuck...you guys...you guys seeing this?"

**DarkSoles: Definitely seeing it.

DungeonDragon: You could kick my ass now.

DungeonDragon: Then again, most people could.

DwelleroftheDeep: I...I could still handle that.

DwelleroftheDeep: Maybe.

ServileSerpent: Crush my head between your thighs, ma'am.**

She smiled, but it was a shaky smile as the spasms kept ripping through her. Her thighs spread, not from her wanting them to, but because of the thick muscle growing through them, forcing them further apart, lifting them up from the sheer bulk of them.

Holy shit...holy shit...

As the muscles started running down to her calves and along her shoulders, the growth vial started to take effect. She could feel it gripping around her spine, almost like a series of hands running up and down her back, and then, they pulled.

Her breath wheezed out of her lungs as she stiffened, feeling like someone was pulling her from all sides. Her toes curled, her breath stopped in her lungs after that, and she stared as her waist started to pull away from her head, and her feet pulled further from her waist. Her legs...her legs were getting longer, though not skinnier with all the muscle that was being poured into them.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

It really did feel like a taffy puller, like she was getting stretched out on the rack, and then pulled together with more of the muscle, and then stretched out again. Out, pulse, throb, out, pulse, throb. Stretching further, further, her head rolling on her shoulders, her arms slowly thickening the way that her thighs had, everything feeling so strange and so ill-fitting, out of proportion.

"Fuck...fuck..."

It was the only word that she could reliably get past her lips. She slid again, hitting the floor, and she realized how much taller she was, now. Previously, if she was kneeling by the couch, she wouldn't really need to bend down to give someone a blowjob. Now? Now...she was tall enough that her head met the back of the couch. No, exceeded it. She was tall enough that she would be able to look someone in the eyes if they were sitting on the couch and she was kneeling on the floor beside it.

"Holy...fucking...shit..."

As the muscles bulged through her neck, she could feel some semblance of control coming back to her. She groaned under her breath, starting to stand up, only for the pinging to start hard on the screen. She turned.

**DarkSoles: Sit down, feet up.

DarkSoles: Sit down, feet up.

DarkSoles: Sit down, feet up!

DungeonDragon: Come on. Stop it with your fetish.

DarkSoles: No, they're about to grow, and it's going to throw your balance all out of whack. If you don't want to come crashing down, SIT DOWN FEET UP!**

She felt the tingles in her toes that were the only warning she was going to get. She threw herself back, only for it to start -

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Amelia groaned, her toes curling on camera as she felt them stretching, the bones changing, reforming, then changing again as they extended, growing longer and thicker with all the extra growth that was filling her body out.

Shit...fucking shit...

How big was she? Definitely going in the realm of amazon, alright, probably two, three feet taller than she had been? Big enough to tower over everyone, probably big enough to start ducking under every doorway, and -

Wow. Her feet were big. She should have expected that. They were big enough to carry her much larger body, and were thicker in the toes and the ball of the foot than they had been, spreading and sprawling out. She would have tumbled head-first into her desk if she'd still been standing, probably wrecking the whole thing.

DarkSoles definitely knew more about this than he was letting on.

But as the cracking, spasming feeling finally came to an end, she was able to flop down and relax. Her larger feet slammed into the floor harder than she meant, but no damage was done. The couch...held, though she imagined that it was stressed further than it was meant to be by a single person. She shook her head, rubbing the sweat from beneath her hairline, and looked at the screen.

The chat had gone silent during the last part of her transformation, but little emotes started pouring in. Hearts, mostly. Apparently, they had all enjoyed that. She smiled at them, shaking her head.

"Okay...never going through that again, so you better hope that you saved that video file. I'll see what I can do to render this into something higher quality on my end, but yeah. This one's permanent, so...hope you're good with an amazon.

"I'll be talking to DarkSoles in person in a few days. If he's good with it, we'll film it, but until then...be good, boys and girls. I'll be back soon."

She clicked out of the stream, then wobbled to her feet. Shower. Shower and then furniture shopping. She needed a bigger bed after that.

The End

Summary: Amelia has a short chat with Ailsa, regarding the 'alt' stuff, and then goes for the growth stuff.

Tags: H/solo, Muscle Growth, Height Growth, Foot Growth, Stingray, Webcam, Exhibitionism, Series, Sex Stuff, Needles, Wet,