Power’s Pink Price - Chapter 070

For convenience's sake, I use the Body to Body spell and buff both big and small forms of each twin at the same time, from inside. I watch their souls go from blue, to light blue, to purple, to pink, to neon pink as I apply Euler's buff list. I do make a couple of tweaks, however. First, the two ships don't get One Step Beyond (they need True Seeing to work if they ever want passengers), instead just getting Mind Blank (which is plenty good, honestly). Second, I apply Superior Invisibility to the big bodies (but not the little ones).  Third, I skip One With The Cosmos for their big bodies; they’re currently “child sized” as far as starships go, and stopping their aging would be counterproductive.

But of course, with close to Euler's buff list, they end up with close to Euler's chest; the twins each now have “twins” of their own; funbags on their chests a good sixteen inches in diameter, which squirt milk at the tiniest provocation.  They go well with the rest of their ridiculous proportions: A waistline fit to make a Victorian England noblewoman jealous, and a bodacious backside that will keep them balanced despite the counterweights on their chests.

I do notice something interesting: When I buff either body, both are affected.

“That's because the two bodies share a soul,” Patricia informs me, “and the soul fully owns both bodies, so both are dragged along. Not as quickly, though, there's more to drag… but you enchant each body individually, so it works out the same.”

Ah.

Regardless, after boosting both kids into the stratosphere and making them basically unkillable… I have a headache again. I don't bother renewing my illusion - everyone knows since Cowbird blabbed - so I head to my cabin, lock the door, and ask Patricia to summon the laptop.

Ah, level eight.  Thirty points, and a feat.  Let’s see… first up, I need to buy more casting; native access to fourth level spells will be nice, I guess, although I can always fake a spell… ah; the gem here is Celerity: It lets me take a standard action as an immediate action (a reaction in Starfinder)… at the cost of not being able to act for the next few seconds. It's a great spell, from the Player's Handbook II.  Yeah, it’ll help me sleep at night to have that emergency card available full-time… not that I sleep. Next up… I’ve been meaning to lean more into my Charisma… the cù-sìth from Spheres of Power has a default Challenge Rating (CR) of ten, but with Drunk and Degenerate, it gets down to CR eight… in range.  And it has the Fey Power ability, which adds my Charisma to attack rolls, damage rolls, Combat Modifier Bonus and Combat Modifier Defense… although those last two aren’t relevant in Starfinder.  Still… it’s a pretty good pick.  Third on my list for Freelancer… aha.  A Spirit Guide Oracle could select the Benefits of Wisdom hex from the Lore spirit… and when doing so, would get Charisma instead of Intelligence to all intelligence-based skill checks… and there’s a lot of those in Starfinder.  Yes, my Charisma modifier is only three points higher than my Intelligence modifier - for now - but that will only widen with time and levels.  Yoink!

For the feat… Fell Energy Spell, from Dragon Compendium. It's a metamagic feat that increasesspells' bonuses by two when used on undead; I plan to use Attuned Mysticism on it for Outsiders and Constructs… and I qualify as either.

My eidolon advances… technically; it's just one more evolution point. I am dropping it into a skill boost again. Spell slots go up, but don't matter… oh, I get a cantrip known too, huh? I'll pick it, obviously, but it’s hardly relevant.  Hit Points and Stamina Points go up… saves go up… skills… ah, stat point this level, as I’m using Pathfinder’s setup for that rather than Starfinders… a few other odds and ends… there we go.

I review my work one last time, commit… and my headache goes away; that feels better.

And it's time to inspect the damage.

“Hardly damage,” Patricia objects, “we're just that much more attractive.”

By a certain definition, sure; but I'm progressively less ME each time, physically, at least.

“You’re still you, just MORE,” I shake my head as I strip down.

“Hey Stephanie,” I call out  “Time for another fitting; are you up for it?”

“Certainly Mistress,” she replies through the ship's com, pauses a moment, and adds, “well, you haven't gone up a full cup size, still at a 34H, although very much on the high side of that; you're at one thousand two hundred forty cubic centimeters; still a good hundred thirty CC's below the next cup size (a 34I) at one thousand three hundred seventy CC's.”

Huh.  So I still have room for my illusion without hitting the next threshold… not that it’s really anything but an arbitrary line. Still, “Thank you Stephanie.”

“You're welcome, Mistress,” Stephanie stops speaking.  I mean, I know she's still there; she IS the ship, after all, but she's… at least pretending to give me my privacy back.

I mean, I could ACTUALLY get somewhere private; I have the apartment keyhome… but there’s little point. Still leaving my shirt off (thanks to Patricia's power, I don't feel the need for a bra, despite the size of my “twins”) I walk over to the mirror to get a good look at myself.

A beautiful woman with crazy curves stares back at me. As my eyes linger on her chest, her skin starts to flush a bit, and I feel the heat deep within me as her taps stiffen…

“Go for it,” Patricia whispers in the back of my mind, “nobody cares, and it will feel really good….”

I'm aware… but despite appearances, I'm not in the mood.  I turn away from the mirror, update my bubble-gum pink junk armor for my recently upgraded caster level, put that on, summon my meatsuit, and cloak myself in my normal humdrum illusion.

“Why make yourself ugly? Patricia clearly doesn't get it.

I roll my eyes. I'm hardly ugly. C cups are a fine size, my skin still looks as clear, my face is the same, and so on. Sure, I'm shrinking my bust and hips, plus increasing my waistline… but that's merely making myself look less like a fetish adult cartoon character, because I don't want to be treated as a toy to be used and abused.

“Right, you don't like to eat….”

It's somewhat disturbing how you call what you do a blessing, while simultaneously admitting you're eating a piece of people's very souls, Patricia.

“How so?”

It's a bit contradictory.

“Not really. I'm taking a piece of them they don't REALLY need, and in return, I'm making it more likely that they'll successfully pass their genes on to the next generation, by making them desirable mates. It's practically the definition of symbiosis. I help people get what, deep down, they all truly crave, and get a meal in the process.  I'm blessing them as I feed.  As I sadly can't carry my own kind, I won't even oversaturate a host population with too many females unless it's very small.  As long as I don't cut the male population down to below about a tenth of the total population, everything is fine.”

You sound like a biologist discussing the impact of an organism on a population of mice.  Why are you so sure of yourself here?

“I HAVE eaten a few natural philosophers…”

There, that?  That's just disturbing. People aren't cattle.

“Oh, of course not; cattle don't have nearly as much sustenance or taste as actual people do.  Ooh, what I wouldn't give to eat another pedophile… they have such a nice flavor….”

I shudder, and she continues, “But anyway, yes, I found some of this out the hard way… have you heard of the Amazons?”

The female warriors of legend?

“Yes, them. They're the ones I found the tipping point with.  Those warriors were so delicious, I just couldn’t help myself… each one was tastier than the last; I stuck around there for a few centuries… the snacking was wonderful, they just kept growing… but after one particularly devastating war that they won with some greasy nation… technically…”

Greece, maybe? And I believe the term is ‘Phyrric Victory’, Patricia.

“Sure. Anyway, that war brought their numbers down, but I didn't realize there was an actual problem until I started having trouble finding men.  I went on a fast after I figured out that the men were down to about one in a hundred… but by then it was too late. Even with stopping eating entirely, they died off entirely a few decades later.  But everything was fine as long as I kept the men to at least one in ten.  I learned my lesson.”

I am SO glad I'm in charge.

“It's quite annoying, honestly. I'm barely eating at all.  But, I'll live. I'm hoping I can talk you over to my way of seeing things, eventually.”

That's not happening any time soon.

“That's okay: We have all eternity. You've seen to that.”

With that ‘cheery’ thought, I unlock the door, and step out onto Stephanie's bridge….

For convenience's sake, I use the Body to Body spell and buff both big and small forms of each twin at the same time, from inside. I watch their souls go from blue, to light blue, to purple, to pink, to neon pink as I apply Euler's buff list. I do make a couple of tweaks, however. First, the two ships don't get One Step Beyond they need True Seeing to work if they ever want passengers, instead just getting Mind Blank which is plenty good, honestly. Second, I apply Superior Invisibility to the big bodies but not the little ones. Third, I skip One With The Cosmos for their big bodies; they're currently child sized as far as starships go, and stopping their aging would be counterproductive. But of course, with close to Euler's buff list, they end up with close to Euler's chest; the twins each now have twins of their own; funbags on their chests a good sixteen inches in diameter, which squirt milk at the tiniest provocation. They go well with the rest of their ridiculous proportions: A waistline fit to make a Victorian England noblewoman jealous, and a bodacious backside that will keep them balanced despite the counterweights on their chests. I do notice something interesting: When I buff either body, both are affected. That's because the two bodies share a soul, Patricia informs me, and the soul fully owns both bodies, so both are dragged along. Not as quickly, though, there's more to drag but you enchant each body individually, so it works out the same. Ah. Regardless, after boosting both kids into the stratosphere and making them basically unkillable I have a headache again. I don't bother renewing my illusion - everyone knows since Cowbird blabbed - so I head to my cabin, lock the door, and ask Patricia to summon the laptop. Spoiler Ah, level eight. Thirty points, and a feat. Let's see first up, I need to buy more casting; native access to fourth level spells will be nice, I guess, although I can always fake a spell ah; the gem here is Celerity: It lets me take a standard action as an immediate action a reaction in Starfinder at the cost of not being able to act for the next few seconds. It's a great spell, from the Player's Handbook II. Yeah, it'll help me sleep at night to have that emergency card available full-time not that I sleep. Next up I've been meaning to lean more into my Charisma the c-sth from Spheres of Power has a default Challenge Rating CR of ten, but with Drunk and Degenerate, it gets down to CR eight in range. And it has the Fey Power ability, which adds my Charisma to attack rolls, damage rolls, Combat Modifier Bonus and Combat Modifier Defense although those last two aren't relevant in Starfinder. Still it's a pretty good pick. Third on my list for Freelancer aha. A Spirit Guide Oracle could select the Benefits of Wisdom hex from the Lore spirit and when doing so, would get Charisma instead of Intelligence to all intelligence-based skill checks and there's a lot of those in Starfinder. Yes, my Charisma modifier is only three points higher than my Intelligence modifier - for now - but that will only widen with time and levels. Yoink! For the feat Fell Energy Spell, from Dragon Compendium. It's a metamagic feat that increasesspells' bonuses by two when used on undead; I plan to use Attuned Mysticism on it for Outsiders and Constructs and I qualify as either. My eidolon advances technically; it's just one more evolution point. I am dropping it into a skill boost again. Spell slots go up, but don't matter oh, I get a cantrip known too, huh? I'll pick it, obviously, but it's hardly relevant. Hit Points and Stamina Points go up saves go up skills ah, stat point this level, as I'm using Pathfinder's setup for that rather than Starfinders a few other odds and ends there we go. collapse I review my work one last time, commit and my headache goes away; that feels better. And it's time to inspect the damage. Hardly damage, Patricia objects, we're just that much more attractive. By a certain definition, sure; but I'm progressively less ME each time, physically, at least. You're still you, just MORE, I shake my head as I strip down. Hey Stephanie, I call out Time for another fitting; are you up for it? Certainly Mistress, she replies through the ship's com, pauses a moment, and adds, well, you haven't gone up a full cup size, still at a 34H, although very much on the high side of that; you're at one thousand two hundred forty cubic centimeters; still a good hundred thirty CC's below the next cup size a 34I at one thousand three hundred seventy CC's. Huh. So I still have room for my illusion without hitting the next threshold not that it's really anything but an arbitrary line. Still, Thank you Stephanie. You're welcome, Mistress, Stephanie stops speaking. I mean, I know she's still there; she IS the ship, after all, but she's at least pretending to give me my privacy back. I mean, I could ACTUALLY get somewhere private; I have the apartment keyhome but there's little point. Still leaving my shirt off thanks to Patricia's power, I don't feel the need for a bra, despite the size of my twins I walk over to the mirror to get a good look at myself. A beautiful woman with crazy curves stares back at me. As my eyes linger on her chest, her skin starts to flush a bit, and I feel the heat deep within me as her taps stiffen Go for it, Patricia whispers in the back of my mind, nobody cares, and it will feel really good. I'm aware but despite appearances, I'm not in the mood. I turn away from the mirror, update my bubble-gum pink junk armor for my recently upgraded caster level, put that on, summon my meatsuit, and cloak myself in my normal humdrum illusion. Why make yourself ugly? Patricia clearly doesn't get it. I roll my eyes. I'm hardly ugly. C cups are a fine size, my skin still looks as clear, my face is the same, and so on. Sure, I'm shrinking my bust and hips, plus increasing my waistline but that's merely making myself look less like a fetish adult cartoon character, because I don't want to be treated as a toy to be used and abused. Right, you don't like to eat. It's somewhat disturbing how you call what you do a blessing, while simultaneously admitting you're eating a piece of people's very souls, Patricia. How so? It's a bit contradictory. Not really. I'm taking a piece of them they don't REALLY need, and in return, I'm making it more likely that they'll successfully pass their genes on to the next generation, by making them desirable mates. It's practically the definition of symbiosis. I help people get what, deep down, they all truly crave, and get a meal in the process. I'm blessing them as I feed. As I sadly can't carry my own kind, I won't even oversaturate a host population with too many females unless it's very small. As long as I don't cut the male population down to below about a tenth of the total population, everything is fine. You sound like a biologist discussing the impact of an organism on a population of mice. Why are you so sure of yourself here? I HAVE eaten a few natural philosophers There, that? That's just disturbing. People aren't cattle. Oh, of course not; cattle don't have nearly as much sustenance or taste as actual people do. Ooh, what I wouldn't give to eat another pedophile they have such a nice flavor. I shudder, and she continues, But anyway, yes, I found some of this out the hard way have you heard of the Amazons? The female warriors of legend? Yes, them. They're the ones I found the tipping point with. Those warriors were so delicious, I just couldn't help myself each one was tastier than the last; I stuck around there for a few centuries the snacking was wonderful, they just kept growing but after one particularly devastating war that they won with some greasy nation technically Greece, maybe? And I believe the term is Phyrric Victory', Patricia. Sure. Anyway, that war brought their numbers down, but I didn't realize there was an actual problem until I started having trouble finding men. I went on a fast after I figured out that the men were down to about one in a hundred but by then it was too late. Even with stopping eating entirely, they died off entirely a few decades later. But everything was fine as long as I kept the men to at least one in ten. I learned my lesson. I am SO glad I'm in charge. It's quite annoying, honestly. I'm barely eating at all. But, I'll live. I'm hoping I can talk you over to my way of seeing things, eventually. That's not happening any time soon. That's okay: We have all eternity. You've seen to that. With that cheery' thought, I unlock the door, and step out onto Stephanie's bridge.