Chapter 4: Exhibitionism. (1)

Now, my morning's over.

Well... time's irrelevant to me, but right now, as a quasi-mortal, I'm living in a world with a natural day and night cycle. If I want, the sun will set and nighttime will arrive. But what's the point of doing that?

"Ugh, what time is it?"

Previously, I was in a regal bed with a maid, but I'm now in a studio apartment in the middle of a densely populated city. How did this happen? Simple - 'cause I said so.

My bed's small, and I've got a small digital clock on my nightstand. It's 9 AM.

Oh no, I'm late for work...!

... is what a normal person would think.

Wait, am I a genuine NEET?

I'm not in education, employment, or training. I'm just focused on my experiments, and I'm just taking a break. So...

Meh, whatever.

There's no point thinking about it right now.

I head to my bathroom. There's a plain toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste next to the sink. Above the sink, there's a mirror. My reflection stares back at me...

... or not.

I realize I haven't even decided what I want to look like yet, so how can I have a reflection?

Hm...

What do I want to be? My original body had blonde hair and blue eyes, so let's go for something else. For a hair color... jet-black sounds nice. Straight and sleek. Silky smooth. Its length is slightly longer than that of a bob cut.

I run my fingers through my hair. There's no knots to be found - my fingers easily slip through the fine threads.

This feels unexpectedly good.

I'm exciting myself again, and the only thing I've done so far is admire my hair. It's so soft. I could play with it for hours.

For my eyes, I think I'll go with dark brown. My irises are nearly black. As for skin color... I'm not feeling too creative right now, so I'll just use Earthlings as a template.

With black hair and brown eyes, I decide a tan color's the way to go.

Now it's time for the fun part.

My face is complete, and it's time to customize my... sizes. As earthlings would say, I want to "assert dominance" (lol), so I need to pick sizes far above the world's averages.

I'm on a city that's similar to Earth's, so...

A studio apartment downtown... in a city around the size of Tokyo of what you would call the modern era. The current population? 35,284,301. It's constantly fluctuating, but I don't want to keep counting the number of people in a city. It's quite boring. I'm already counting all the time, and I'm on vacation now.

So why am I thinking of work again?

Stop, stop, stop! No work! I'm here to have fun! So I will! Okay? Good.

Anyway, a city that's modeled after Earth is filled with earthling-like beings. So, the average cup size is probably around B. But right now, I don't want to be average. I want to show that I'm superior to everyone here.

J-cup, maybe?

Some of you may consider this to be comically large, but it's still within the realm of human possibility.

For the waist-to-hip ratio, it's best to not be too thin.

.7 works.

An hourglass figure, but a bit top-heavy. If I were an ordinary human, I'd have back problems at a young age. However, my current body's strength is extremely superhuman. In fact, one of the first superheroes conceptualized by mankind, Superman, is a good comparison. Even if I were thrown into the Sun, nothing would happen. The only difference is... I have no kryptonite. Isn't that wonderful?

My appearance is toned but not overly muscular. It's at the point where my six-pack is visible but not eye-catching. My arms and legs look sturdy, and my back muscles are slightly defined as well. Basically, I'm strong enough to look attractive, but you could still squeeze me a bit if you wanted...

Ah, I'm blushing...

I need relief ASAP, but there's one last part I haven't customized yet.

5 inches hard is around average, so...

What's a size that'll get everyone to look at me? Something large enough to notice at a glance - even from a distance? My top half is already enough to catch people's attention, but I want them to look down there, too.

I think... 10 inches is considered an extremely large size, right?

So 10 inches is what I set myself to - soft. Now this is truly comically large, and it's far beyond the realm of human possibility. Maybe I decided on this size because I'm in heat? Meh, whatever. As for those two, they're almost the size of grapefruits.

Oh my... It's big enough to just swing around... And up here, these two are so squishy yet firm at the same time...

The new weights on my body turn me on.

So big...

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My heart thumps faster. My l0wer member jerks and rises with each heartbeat.

It's getting bigger...

Like a shy schoolgirl, I cover my mouth to hide a yelp of excitement. The bigger it gets, the more excited I become. The more excited I become, the bigger it gets. Like this, I'm trapped in a positive feedback loop... until it reaches maximum size.

It's twenty-three inches long, and it's drooling uncontrollably. Blood keeps trying to flow inside, but there's no longer any room. Every couple of seconds, there's a strong pulse. "Let me in!" cry the blood cells. But like a tire inflated to its maximum, the pressure's too high.

I feel like I'm going to burst, but it's not unpleasant. In fact, it's quite the opposite. It keeps throbbing, and with every pulse, the muscles below my stomach contract involuntarily. It's only a small twitch, but the lever arm is so long that the torque is massive. It jumps violently, and with every jump, I feel a tiny bit of liquid travel up my shaft before it spurts from the tip.

It's a clear liquid borne of a couple of mere twitches, but the sheer volume is enough to dwarf an ordinary male's climax.

Pulse.

Spurt.

Pulse.

Spurt.

Every spurt's enough to fill a shot glass, and my bathroom becomes slicker and slicker as more and more slippery, viscous liquid splashes on the floor.

I think I'm about to... just from looking at myself...!

I glance back at the mirror. An extremely attractive tanned woman with jet-black hair stares back. Gone are the modest mountains from earlier - two Everests are now in their place. The biggest difference is... they aren't capped with snow. Yet.

Aaaaah--!

I was already unable to think straight moments earlier, so one look is all it takes to push me over the edge. Another pulse of blood races through my veins. It's the most powerful one thus far. My muscles involuntarily contract as a thicker liquid rises up from below.

It continues to rise - I'm so big that it takes almost a full second for the milkshake to go from one end of the straw to the other.

And now...

"!!!!!!!!!!!"

It's snowing... if snow was hot, thick and sticky.

I can't speak. I'm making a mess. It keeps coming.

I splatter the mirror. The sink. The warm tile floor.

A firehose has gone awry, but there's no fire to put out. The only thing hot enough to burn around here is... me.

Now, hot "snow" is dripping from every inch of the small bathroom. It's so hot that steam's visible, and the temperature of the room rises to that of a sauna.

The two Everests are finally capped in snow like they were destined to be.

The violent "snow" storm passed as quickly as it had arrived.

My muscles relax. I go completely limp, and I fall backwards onto the floor.

*SPLASH*

*CRACK*

Whoops.

If I was an ordinary human, that sound would have come from my skull. But was I an ordinary human?

I roll over to find the tiles shattered.

Whatever. I don't have to pay rent or anything, so that's nice.

I won't have to pay for damages or anything of the sort either. Though my apartment technically has a landlord, I don't owe him anything.

I stare at the broken tile, and the shattered pieces fly back into place like a jigsaw puzzle solving itself. Now, it's completely repaired. There are no more damages.

"..."

Or so I thought.

I didn't suppress myself enough, apparently.

A faulty firehose had just gone off inside, and countless webs of holes and cracks stemmed from each place it fired. As a superhuman in a human world, my muscles are naturally many times stronger than a human's. These muscles include... down there as well. If I'd just gone off with no preparation, I wasn't sure exactly how much damage I'd cause to the planet.

Right now, I'd just intended to have a little fun in the bathroom... but it's a bit dilapidated now. I could repair everything with the snap of my fingers, but I'm too lazy to do even that.

I'm still lying limply on the floor like a ragdoll. I don't want to move. So, I blink. When my eyes open, everything's back to normal. The walls are sparkling clean, and the room's intact. It's an ordinary washroom of a studio apartment.

I didn't come here to just have fun by myself in a room, though. Outside's where the true fun begins.

But... five more minutes...

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