Chapter 1: Amber Heart: Awakening

This story contains
Plurality and the exploration of
transformation
diabetes inducing sweetness

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*Redacted* was the name for an average 20 something year old woman stuck in a rut. An average closeted trans woman, one with the look of a meek and out of shape man with a short brown bowl haircut and shy chin stubble, the kind you can't get rid of or change without laser, not that you could afford it without telling your unsupportive family. Low aspirations compared to peers, which eats at her juuuuuuuust a little when all I want is happiness. A crippling, puzzling indecisiveness that almost felt like their very being changed day to day, opinions and feelings and aspirations changing daily down to even fashion sense. Sure, even she knew that it was exaggeration and was merely just one of the many ' 'quirks' ' people tried to reassure me about, but it still hurts to feel like you aren't ' 'normal' ' enough in your own eyes.

While feeling depressed and dysphoric today of all days and wanting to just waste the day away on trying to do something and failing by instead watching YTrs like Somecallmejohnny, the woman made an executive decision for herself.

"Fuck this body, but fuck more-er the idea of not being with my girlfriend and friends today!" Springing out of bed like a Ken player mashing wake up Shoryuken. She got dressed in the most fancy of casual clothing (a shirt that has a favorite series of hers on it and joggers with her favorite colors and deep pockets.) "It's a museum trip, I don't need to dress for forced church", reassuring the preferred method of dress.

She slipped on everything gently over her portly body, happy how her stomach juts out a little on her frame. "Oh, to become the big beautiful woman of my dreams," she lovingly stares at the bathroom mirror to examine her imaginary looks "… or maybe just slim out and get into fitness like her family keeps wanting and become an aspirational muscle lady? Hit a middle ground and then dye her hair red to get on that MILF aesthetic? Or maybe black and test out a goth look, She had wanted to try that for Charlotte because she knew she loves goths. But Would she even look good as a goth? A tomboy instead then? Maybe even a femme man, Gender was such a fuck. Decisions, decisions. She lamented internally, wondering why everyone has to look so cool and pretty and goals and-"

She paused, staring off blankly into the mirror and puzzled: "What was I doing again?" A humble small light blue car honked from outside their parents' home. "Come on, *redacted*! I know you wanna see the new card mats as much as I do!" shouted a woman happy to be here. 'Charlotte… RIGHT, CHARLOTTE!' They practically streaked out, speeding by the family on this pleasant Saturday afternoon like some sort of hedged pig, heading to see their partner.

While on the ride, they discuss how their days have been and hoping to avoid her asking how the portly woman had been. "I'm happy you found new Kuriboh lines for locals, hun, the Gaia OTK player won't see what will hit them." Truly a discussion for card playing intellectuals who play the highest of tier gameplay: die to one interaction decks.

"Are you going to join locals anytime soon, sweetie?" Charlotte asked as she wanted to see her partner get attention too. "I really want to see the funny stuff you play and get transphobes mad," stifling giggles as she dreamt the thought of her beauty upsetting shitty pro-ICE racists and transphobic incels who believe in the opinions of Rap Expert Ben "I Totally Pleasure My Wife Even Though I Don't Know Anatomy" Shapiro.

"Yea, I've thought about it a lot, I'm fine with it. It's just…" dancing around the issue in hopes that she doesn't have to say it aloud again. "Oh, right. It's about how not a lot of people wear their face masks? I know you get anxious about that." Her girlfriend nodded and responded: "Yea, that was definitely part of it, I genuinely don't get that. Though, that isn't my biggest issue there." Charlotte sat there confused and needed to know. "What could be worse? You can tell me, *Redacted*."

Her heart sank when she heard it again. That name. The one she associates with being stuck as a man, being stuck with a family she couldn't be honest with out of fear, unsure when her chance for the medicine that'll let her change will be in her hands. Hearing that name over and over, day in and day out, never feeling OK when she hears it anymore. She got tired of the waiting, never getting over her body, her past she hates, her present she hates, and then-

"Oh, we're here!" She says excitedly as she pulls into Charlie's, a one stop mostly card based but nerd paraphernalia sectioned right in the middle of a plaza right outside of the city. A slice of any consumerism Southerners could ever want: deep fried local restaurants hand me down shops filled up with the clothes that could maybe fit, and a dingy hotel that's pretty clean until you start focusing in on any detail then regretting that decision. "We're gonna peruse the new *Insert Relevant Archetype Here As To Not Date This* cards and I'll check into my nursing job and then…" She trails off her runoff sentence looking back on her partner, clenched fist in hand from near anger still trying to burst out.

Charlotte holds her hand over their hand primed with emotion "Everything will work out, I promise. No one can hurt you here. Any bad stuff you're remembering is not what you are as a person nor will ever be held to, OK? I don't know what's got you upset, but we'll get through this together. It's our day today," She gave with the most sincere and brightening smile she could give, all for her future wife to be.

"Thank you", her girlfriend remembered to let go and held their love's hand. She wished they could stay this way forever. Comforted, loved, accepted, but she knew reality was standing menacingly behind waiting to remind her about being stuck as a man, feeling like a weight on her life some days, and about…

"*Redacted*", bluntly speaking out their name to their partner. Charlotte was perplexed by the suddenness of it, as if a declaration of herself. "What about it?" Charlotte asked. "Do you like that name? Honestly. It's been bugging me awhile but I think I want to change it. Sorry if that's not what you wanted to hear today." While she trusted Charlotte with her very life, she was prepared to recoil and shrink up for their response. It wasn't anything her partner ever did, it was just reflexive at this point.

Charlotte rubbed her head gently "Yes, change it to whatever makes you happy. Do you have one in mind?" Just as she was ready to answer, her mental train crashed. There never was an answer in mind, she never thought about an actual answer and only an escape. She darted her eyes around using any and all information she can spot to just come up with an answer, any answer. Her mind was a buzz with ideas of all kinds, of all lengths and origin, not one seemed to fit because they all felt correct somehow? She didn't get it and it all swirled around with correct answers but she had to be one, she had to be consistent, she had to be reliable, she had to be good enough and normal and right and not some weirdo no one would want to be around. "THINK, DAMNIT, GIVE AN ANSWER!", violently shouted in her mind to decide.

Her eyes stopped, her heart seemed to slow its pace somehow, all of the thought tornado cleaved through by this one intrusive item. This small speck found on the road that shined right into her eye, not in a blinding way, but mesmerizing in the allure. The small gem drew all of her attention away just to stare at how… carved it was. A heart, the sacred appearing nearly perfect stone took the form of a heart, created to sparkle as clear as the most purified of saltless water. Somehow, despite looking as if it had just been polished and clean after being handcrafted by the finest jewelers the world over, the object sat in the cracks of worn over asphalt in the middle of the aging parking lot.

"Amber…" She spoke softly, transfixed beyond her belief as it was just… meant for her. "Cuuuuute new name, Amber." "Wait, what? No, I mean- that-the heart out there on the ground. I found it and-" "I'LL GET IT, PRESENT FOR THE GREAT WIFE!" Charlotte dashes out of her carseat on the wrong side from such a hurry to please her newly named partner. Her partner watched in awe how fast Char sprinted just for her, making her heart swoon just thinking about the kind of emotion and movement she alone inspired in someone who loved her. Gasping for breath, she collected the heart shaped object and ran up to her lover's window to deposit her gift.

"Here you go, Amber, a shiny rock for my shiny love." While she didn't fully understand why she was called shiny, pondering a reference to a certain giant coconut crab because YTPs have crept into her everyday mind, she gladly accepted the gift through the open window like an expertly plotted fast food order. However, as it touched the open skin of her receiving hand, her body felt fuzzy and goosebumps started to form softly around her as it sat more in her hands engulfing her palm. She wanted to never let it go and defend it deepy despite being gifted the fake organ only seconds ago.

"Happy birthaversary. I'll be back now, I gotta go work at my new job first and then we'll meet up in the room tonight." "Oh yeah, the secretary job you got at the purple Corps building?" "No, it's spelled Korps, hun." "How did you know-" "We'll talk more later, love you Amber. You should stick with that name to try at least, for me." "OK, I'll be Amber for the time being."

"Amber…"

The newly christened Amber sifted her eyes to behind. "Did you hear that?" Amber tried to ask her joyfriend to see if she snuck that whispery voice in, but she had already started walking away. Despite all the warnings in her head to be afraid, Amber shrugged them off to get out and go set up the room she'd be staying in for the next few days. She stuck the new jewelry into her pocket, walking out and going to sign in with her new temp name and bring her stuff over to their shared room.

Reaching the rickety upper level room, she had noticed the smell of cheap men's body spray used all over by the previous rentee which gave off the unsettling vibe of douche-y manbros that Amber despised deeply. "Welp, time to make today worthwhile and spend doing new things," turning on her 3DS loaded with roms of as many Ninto games she could pirate just to spite the company in her own petty way. "Time to finish up some Metroid Zero Mission today, maybe I'll be able to get to see her without the helmet on at least." She started to zone out into the game with her headphones to then hear a familiar voice call out.

"Amber…"

She had to stop everything to examine around, getting spooked out again with how clear it came through even with a noise reducing headset on. "OK, who said that? I know I may just be talking to myself, but I gotta try at least. If you're a ghost, know my body is not worth possessing."

"No, silly, look down here."

Amber looked down to her pants.

"N-no, not that down, to your side."

Amber then looked to the left of the room near the door.

"I said down to your side, hun."

"Oooooh." She then went into her pocket to grab the heart she stored away. It had begun faintly glowing within her grasp. "Oh."

"Tada!" The heart's voice finally came in a clear tone with a soft but mature feminine tone that would make any man or woman's soul melt in how infectiously sweet it was. However for Amber, all it made her want to do was run out of the room and toss it as hard as she could. So, she did.

Flying across the balcony, it landed far away from the parking lot outside, though curiously seemed to stay intact on impact from what she could. "Aaand stay out," Shouting to the animated stone for all around to hear." Next time, I'll call the… do we have a Ghostbusters equivalent yet? Whatever, question for later." She went back inside dejected that the precious preserved sap came to be possessed in her eyes, sad that she threw out her partner's gift.

"I'll tell her about it later, we can try to get a replacement. Maaaaybe some special socks? A wig for visits with her? Or potentially even-"

"A valuable masterpiece made of the finest ancient tree resin?"

"Yea, maybe just another sssssssssssssssssssshit."

Amber got equal parts upset and scared at the returning intruder now floating in front of them, but tried to stand her ground

"OK, how the hell did you get back in?"

"Magic. It's about the most honest answer."

"Well, at least you are upfront on it. Time for you to make like a tree in the way of a lumberjack and get the fuck out."

"Waitwaitwait, hear me out here," The hovering jewel pleaded. "Don't you want to hear me out, at least to what I am?"

Amber thought about it, and despite her every instinct telling her no, her curiosity and notice that she held no ill will or want to harm against her at the moment intrigued her enough to risk it all.

"OK, fine, tell me about yourself. Just don't hurt me or my partner, that's the least I can ask."

"Oh,I have no intention to hurt or do anything bad to anyone. I'm here and active because of your pretty self."

"What's that supposed to mean, are you some benevolent spirit or a trickster fairy?"

"No, I'm not any of those. I am you."

Amber felt her grip tighten and her flight response heightened to such a bizarre response.

"Mcfuckingscuse me?"

"I. Am. You. Or at least, what you repress and your desires manifested out thanks to The Amber Heart."

"What is the Amber Heart exactly? I've never heard or seen anything like it."

"I don't know. Since you don't, I don't either, we're just talking to ourselves here."

"Oh. That's a bit confusing. Wait, what parts of me are you even supposed to be?"

The heart stopped to move itself closer to Amber's chest.

"I am all of your mixed up and conflicting but equally valid desires all rolled up into a talking point from here, because there is one thing I do know that you don't about the Heart: It'll fulfill every desire we could ever want and more."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew it had to be a trick, a lie, some unbearable caveat that would make living hell or get her autonomy taken or to hurt people, she just refused any force could ever be that nice to her, no matter-

"Yes, it will, I can hear every thought you're having here. The Amber Heart's tone changed to a calmer level. "All of that pent up anxiety, fear, trauma we have felt. I know it all too well, the way people have hurt us, the way the world has hurt, the seemingly unending self hate we endure daily to hope for others to talk to us and tell us we are good."

Amber stopped thinking and let herself feel vulnerable to the… no, herself. She had to be honest.

"I'm sorry." The rare sight of tears began to form down her face uncontrollably.

"It's OK, you- we are so great and wonderful to everyone we know and deserve the best for us, and this Heart is it. No tricks, no lies, no drawbacks or costs or anything of that sort. This is only a win-win that we can have together and so much more if you accept me into you."

She tried her hardest to look at their own reflection through streaming tears.

"Accept us, accept your wants as all valid, accept that you can be anyones you want, that your mind is a wonderful home to house all of who you are and all of those building blocks. You will only continue to hurt by suppressing this. You are loved and deserve something wonderful."

Amber couldn't hold it all in anymore and belted out how she honestly felt

"I AM LOVED AND DESERVING SOMETHING WONDERFUL!" She went into hug the Heart as tight as she could. "I ACCEPT YOU, FOR ALL YOUR FAULTS AND SHORTCOMINGS BECAUSE YOU ARE SOMEONE DESERVING LOVE AND CARE!" Her screams and cries could be heard loud outside the room door, alongside a glow that warmly outside of their covered window matching the color of their namesakes.

"Thank you, Amber." The heart gave one final gratitude before it and Amber were engulfed completely in the light brown bright glow that exploded in a shine even through the shades like a grand spotlight for the new Amber.

Minutes unending as their form changed, everything growing on and around them deprived of the ability to see it, but she felt it deep within. Every part of her body felt hot, larger and larger they grew as that heat reached her nethers. She had felt horny before like most humans had, but never thinking about what she was becoming and how she could feel every part of her transform and expand exactly to her desires with the word "More" greedily repeating louder and demandingly as she enjoyed herself and let her surrender to what she wanted and goddamn she knew she want- no, NEEDED this time and exact feeling to feel beautiful and hotter than fried eggs.

After what felt like hours to her, the light finally vanished and left a newly changed and upgraded Amber. Rising and posing as Frieza did when first unleashing their powerful Final Form to bask in their new look. "I feel… refreshed. WAIT, I HAVE THE HEART'S VOICE, HOLY SHIT, IT'S MY DREAM VOICE AAAAAAAA!" Remembering they were in a public setting even if around spare rooms, she shut her trap hard and thought of the most important idea now that she completed her metamorphosis: "I gotta see how hot I am ASAP." If she were a cartoon character right now, you'd be able to hear and see the most Scooby-Doo ass run cycle noise to accentuate her excitement.

They made it to the bathroom mirror in record time and gazed upon… everything she ever wanted. Her face? A sweet mix of pretty and gorgeous soft amber colored eyes topped with fuller lips. Her hair? All the primary colors, a perfectly balanced and sectioned out rainbow collage that was magically all natural. Her body? Hot to their every desire. Breasts the size of their head soft to the touch like giant perfect marshmallows with an black frilly bra that fit her snuggly and barely with notice as a free addon. Her lower half was chunky and damn well wanted to own that, wobbling butt and hip combo wide enough to take whole couch cushions by laying down with thighs big enough to compliment their engulfing ability, complete with a pair of panties that fits snuggly and matches her bra quite nicely. Lastly, her belly? Soft, squishy, large enough to call fat and to be fillingly groped by trusted people without being too much of a hassle.

Taking it all in slowly one by one, they had no words, only more tears. She looked perfect without a single flaw, not a single complaint, all the while noticing her most interesting change of all: The Amber Heart has lodged onto her upper chest and fully integrated into her very being. She almost felt disgusted, but then remembered everything the Heart- no, what she told themselves and what she needed to hear even if from their inner desires. She loved it immensely the more she looked and couldn't imagine herself without it anymore.

"It's me. Holy shit, this is me. I am this." Their tears come from years of resent and dysphoria and anguish practically melting away as she couldn't believe this was all real, she got her dream, nothing bad is happening or anyone yelling or any pain. All she could think about is variations of "This is me now" over and over and over and she loved every second of it more than any moment in her life beyond any involving any of her partners.

"But you see, the best has yet to come, if you can believe it." The heart's voice has returned to relay one final message to themselves

"I need to tell you about your new powers. You have your perfect body, but you also have some frankly insane body control that'd make us seem like we're made of rubber."

"Wait, I'm basically a shapeshifter?"

"Not the most extreme on your own, but let's say haircuts and weight changing will never be an issue for us ever again."

"Holy shit, that's fantastic. Hmmmmm what if-"

"Go ahead.~ Test it out, babe.~"

Amber grabbed her massive chest and slowly pushed down on it a whole 2 cup sizes! She couldn't believe her eyes, she can casually break the laws of physics and take away mass from herself. Testing further, she clapped her entire chest away, barely the slightest bumps. She checked under her ever shifting shirt to examine how wild the changes were up close, in awe of seeing how her new bra shifted around her putty magic body.

"The best part? That mass gets stored up in the Heart so that you can-"

"SHUT UP, FUCK YEA!"

Amber went to immediately slap their big ass, transferring all that breast weight into a double sized dumptruck that could get anyone staring at her. The pure ecstasy of which has left her on the floor moaning from how tight she let her pants get as it spreads over all of her compressed curves and taking this normally reserved woman into a horny massive slut.

"Uhhh, you know you can make it so that the-"

"NOT RIGHT NOW, HOOOOLY SHIT, I GET TO HAVE THE FATTEST FUCKING BUTT THAT I CAN HAVE LADIES GROPE AND FUCK WITH AND TWERK ON TRUSTED PEOPLE WITH, I NEED THESE OFF NOOOOOOW!"

"Take em off!~" chanted the heart's voice to encourage their desires outwardly

"Yesssss~" Amber nearly ripped their long pants to get to her womanly cock trapped in her delicates and going to town on as she irresistibly rubbed all over her newly expanded assets slowly moving towards their bed to get a more comfortable sex area. Once there, humping her bed wildly to stimulate on her cock rubbing the solid mattress and getting more and more excited on the weight and wild clapping of her gargantuan backside. In one last moment of intelligence left in the mega butt bimbo's unrestrained horny time, she flipped herself over so she can just climax all over herself and glaze her over like the most gluttony made of donuts.

Amber was left a panting mess all by themselves over how turned on her body could make her be any size she could ever want for any mood.

"Holy shit, I am the perfect hottie. I love this so fucking much, I love me, I love me so much haaaaah."

"So proud of you, got to become a hot piece of ass that couldn't help but love themselves and pleasure."

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"Yesyesyesyessssss. I love being Amber. I love being me."

"Good Girl. Now, ready to hear the rest?"

"Yea, let me just- oh shit." Amber had a horrifying realization: how to get up without getting cum everywhere.

"Uhhhhhh, crab walk time," expressed in such a way to act as if it were genius at work, forgetting that her butt is too big to even properly attempt without more mass changing.

"I'll figure it out, just gonna forget how I get back to being clean by the time we're done."

Her inner self was somehow puzzled by her own joke. "Wait, wha-"

After an impressive feat of gymnastics the like Olympians couldn't even begin to comprehend the brilliance of, Amber returned to the bathroom to shower and default her body back with pants on again.

"See? Told you… me."

"Sure got me with one, I conveniently forgot how we got here too." The inner desires knew how to make Amber feel good about her own silly jokes.

"So, we can shift our mass around, 10/10 stuff. I assume I can do so with hair too?"

"Mmhmm, anything you could want. Short, long, fluffy, straight, curled, etc."

"Fantastic, now I could look like cool ladies, like Samus… oh right, Metroid. Done being a lusty lady, back to playing games."

"Just one more thing, hun."

"What is it, hun," playing teasing themselves with her new vernacular.

"You're plural." A sack of hammers dropped from above couldn't be more blunt to the woman.

"Excuse me? Me, plural? I think we may just be exaggerating a little there. Sure, there's lots of characters I wish I could look like. Yea, there's a lot of times where I looked at certain characters and wondered if I could be called them by people… with their looks albeit edited just a bit for my preferences… and have those positive associations of them like "Oh wow, I love how you did X that one time, but I still see you as a distinct person from the media you came from overall". I mean, doesn't everyone? Don't we all have those exact desires and talk to ourselves a lot because we like talking as if we're conversing with cool friends? I mean, we wouldn't do that and haven't talked to other plural people and found it right being called they/we pronouns and seen as many felt right, that'd make us into some sort of freak people would call mental and be scared of, right? Shit, I referred to myself with we, didn't we- I, I MEANT I!"

No response ever came, her desires and wants that were enhanced into the voice were heard and satisfied, returning to her just being herself… for now

"Welp, this has been a day, gonna probably just forget that last part until I find a therapist. This body will be a fun anecdote for today, but beating Zero Mission famst will be where I can brag like a leet gamr." While she did joke about her new body playing second fiddle to her playing a game, she really did feel elated to accomplish something most others didn't and managed to finish a Metroid game soon enough to see Samus unmasked, but she soon realized she did even better than even she thought so. "Oh crap, it's that skimpy Zero Suit from Smash 4. Still shocked that got in considering some call her default too much."

While they pondered more on this random trivia, they couldn't help but remember what their own desires told themselves: "You're plural." How ridiculous, thought Amber, I couldn't be even if everything else was right. I don't even match all the behaviors of other plural friends I have, just a whole bunch of coincidence. They stare back at the screen, reminded of their recent accomplishment.

"Pfft, as if Samus is someone I'd want as a "self"." They started to speak aloud of the mental quandary. "As if I could mentally always want to be them lots and lots, I would know better. Then again… I guess all plural people do operate differently and there isn't a right way to be plural. I really do like Samus too, she's strong, an icon of video game women, who doesn't aspire to be that?"

Pondering longer and longer, slowly coming around the idea of becoming someone as if it felt right. Too right, like they needed this, like they were housing… something not even themselves been privy to. Their mental floodgates were cracked wide open instantly when the thought "I want to help explore myself" fired through synapses that wired a signal right to the Heart to push her along.

A familiar glow began to gleam out of her as her mind started to go a bit fuzzy, but as if it was they were going dizzy from euphoria. It felt so good, so right, something they needed to not ignore any longer. She wanted to be… so many, that she is many. She wants her answer to which aesthetics she dresses and aspires to be "Whatever I feel like today." They want to not just be Amber, but to be so many names, so many people, they had now fully grasped a bubbling love of being called we, they, them, imagining being called us and her mind flourished like peacock unfurling it's plumage for all to see as her glow extended out to her entire body again to throw into another amazing transformation in mind.

As their body and very outfit began its metamorphosis, the mind was slurry of happy thoughts that sang to this momentous realization stimming to the spins of their cocooning body. When they opened their eyes, they somehow ended up back in front of the mirror - as an exact copy of Samus Aran in her Zero Suit look, give or take a few exaggerated curves, minute extra musculature, and the Amber Heart lying between their middle. Her face showed surprise on the outside, but their inside screeched out the definition of panic.

"NONONONO, THIS ISN'T WHAT I WAS PREPARED FOR FUUUUUUUUUCK! WHAT DO I DO, I DON'T WANT TO BE A FREAK!"

"It'll be alright, calm down."

"I HAVE NO TIME TO CALM DOWN RIGHT NOW, I AM IN ANXIETY CRITICAL MODE!"

"Amber, please, let me take charge here. We can be stronger together."

Her new potentially copyright infringing body's left hand held the right's in a comforting grip to calm Amber.

"Who are you exactly? I don't think you are my desires again. You sound different."

"You aren't wrong, I am one of your selves: Samus."

"Oh no, I'm sorry for creating you right now, I should probably have waited until I talked about this way more, I didn't want to-"

Samus goes in to hug Amber in their mental space.

"It's OK, we've all been here for a long time until you finally opened me up, you did nothing wrong."

"Wait, "we"?"

"Prepare yourself then."

Samus has their body close their eyes again, suddenly presenting them both with a large corridor lined with pillars lain with pillars. Crammed top to bottom on these mechanized monoliths were pods filled with light blue liquid, each one held within a person! Not just any person, but characters! So many from games, manga, movies and many other fictional pieces that she had enjoyed even the slight modicum of over her entire life encapsulated in these life tanks unconsciously awaiting for the day they could be free to exist.

"Who are all of these? What is all this?"

"This is all of your headspace, built up parts and pieces over the years into these sort of facsimiles "selves". They are all a part of you that make up the whole, but each an individual."

"Wow, that is… jeez, this is… all me? I mean, all of us? I don't know, I…"

"Are you afraid?" Samus prepared for another comforting embrace, but was met by Amber enthusiastically tackling them in a hug.

"I love this! aaaaaaaaaaa I can't believe I can't believe it, this is my secret dream I never thought I wanted until this awakening happened wowowowowow. Should I awaken them all, or should we go slowly? I don't know where to start or what to do, but in a good way, you know? Well, I guess you would be part of the same mind- we share knowledge, right?" Amber could barely contain herself and kept cuddling a lot. After a smooch on the head from the bounty hunter, Samus had them open their eyes.

"There is one more awoken right now, if you're OK for them to front." Samus spoke from their lips now that she had front, which for those out of know means when one or more headmates take over mental duties of talking and body control while the others talk internally.

"By all means, I would love to meet another self." Amber had never been this excited to meet someone knew before, especially one that had been formed from their own repressed subconscious.

"Alright, you heard her, Flare. Take your turn in the front."

"It would be an honor~" Spoke the new voice in their head, with a sultry and relaxed tone ready to take charge of the 3. "Hope you don't mind a few adjustments, I must make myself at home as the lead."

Once again, the body started to aglow, making new changes that Amber was previously unaware of due to constant changing in such a short time. Her breasts just from a modest D to a hefty H cutting a diamond hole in their skimpy suit to show cleavage, their hair changed from a well kempt blonde to a messier, more volumetric dark red that climbed all the way to their weighty shelf, their irises and suit matching her hair and gaining a steely glare that could pierce even the toughest man's heart and reduce them to rubble, and capped off with an addition of a long, sturdy skirt to their new ensemble complete with a more feminine stiletto shoes compared to Samus's more militaristic combat boots look.

"My name is Flare Corona, and I'm ready to head to a bar and get our fill to celebrate our new discoveries. What do you 2 say about this idea~?"

"I'm for it, just as long as we can walk back. We still can't drive yet, despite the knowledge we bring. Amber?"

"Wait, what? What knowledge?"

"Flare, don't forget our wallet."

"Of course, we'll need money unfortunately." Flare had used her new lengthy river of hair as an extension of herself and grabbed their wallet from all the way on top of their bed near the door 20 feet away back to them in the bathroom still.

"Wait! You have your powers from your source too?! That's insane, and how-"

"Amber, don't you think we all talked enough for one day? Let yourself unwind and loosen up and allow me to take the wheel."

"Ehhhhhh, you're right, 3 major discoveries is enough for one day. Time for alcohol! Or at least some root beer because alcohol scares me!"

"Thank you, gemstone. I promise you won't regret it." Flare began her hipped walk all the way to the door practicing their allure and how to walk in heels to impress any ladies she could.

"Thank you, Amber, for accepting us."

"Thank you, both of you and everyone still dormant. You help me feel complete, for the first time in my life. Honestly, I'm not lying."

"We have no reason to not trust you, you're Amber afterall." She signed off her trust with a warm smile to their core.

"That means a lot, I accept you and anyone who forms and sticks," capped with a returned warm smile.

Just as Flare stepped out the door, a big danger sign blared in their head that would paralyze them on the spot. "WAIT, SHIT WHAT ABOUT-"

"-Lottie."

Her partner had returned to their room just as soon as they opened the door, timing as bad as lip flaps to old anime dubbing. Their whole body tensed and let out a cute squeal in the sound of Amber's voice that overpowered who had fronted.

"...Amber?"

The returning in charge began nervously twiddling their fingers and flapping their wrist trying to wiggle all the anxiety, desperately thinking of anything to say to break the tension.

"...Happy birthaversary?," was the only response she could give with a scrunched up shrug matched with an equally awkward and forced smile. This was the beginning of a new step in their lives together.

Amber was an unusual but respectable name for a trans woman of 23 years. Well, unusual women, as she lattered thanks to her magical heart jewel that has fused with her very being that she couldn't but gush out to the world in unending happiness, rainbow hair should could customize anytime and an equally near CaC-esque body to fit that always stayed a level of big some would call "excessive" that Amber called "perfect". While she had low goals in life just to be happy and help others, her vastly expansive pool of selves continuously gave her new opportunities to give as many people as she could realistically help a smile that'll get them through even the toughest of days. Her fashion sense and choice of wear had become radically far reaching with each self adding more and more to a near infinite mix and match wardrobe to satisfy herself and selves with. While she still dealt with the troubles of Autism and dreaded evils of capitalism, she finally felt at peace for the first time in her life, like she could never ask for anything more.

Charlotte had knocked on her door in the midst of writing in her new notebook.

"Come in, hun!," answered Amber with an understandable lack of volume control.

"Soooooo, how do you like your new room? Hopefully you got everything out for us."

"I did, promise. The family were still weirded out and wouldn't help the others move on out."

"Really, even after 5 months? Pricks. I'm just happy you're finally out of there." Lottie gave her new mass of partners a big protective hug from behind.

"Thank you, one step closer to getting all 3 of my partners together and serving everybody as they relax and destress, then I'll be living the dream." Amber looked off behind the recently opened door.

"Wait, how will you be able to serve all 3 at once? I don't want you to overwork yourself here."

"Who said I was alone?~"

The door had closed gently from behind, revealing a seductively posing Flare.

"Surprise, sweetheart.~"

"Ooooohhh noooooooo, I can only be gay for so many at once honey."

"But wait.~ I have one more surprise I learned from my new job.~"

Amber slowly stepped away from her desk as her body started to go through an extreme and gradual transformation with each step towards her wife. She commenced her amalgamation form of forming random arms, breasts, animal and armor pieces, patches of hair, and 2 extra eyes until she had reached an 7ft patchwork rainbow haired goliath form with 6 arms each from a completely and contrasting self, 3 rows of massive milk bags, 4 eyes of different colors, dragon scales, lamia tail, claws, talons, and enough curves to suffocate multiple people at once. Lottie was left a stuttering gay mess at the jaw dropping merged goddess her wife peaked into.

"Do help explore us, won't you?," asked in a voice that echoed the voice of so many all out of one mouth simultaneously yet spoke in perfect unison and harmony.

Her future wife, in utter awe and intense feeling, couldn't do anything less than shake incessantly to help them all "explore" all night.

"Thank you, the Amber Heart all love you." Thus began the most intimate moment of their entire lives.

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