The next couple of days for us were utterly lazy and blissful, with each of us basically wrapped up in doing our own things. Maria was obsessed with viewing non-stop video from the other world, and I was obsessed with trying to expand the portal through to it and experimenting as much as possible to figure out more about the limits of my wishes. As for Vicky, she was just obsessed with me.
For Maria, the other world was a lifeline, offering impossible hope that she might one day be healed, and she didn't want to miss a single second of it. Both her cellphone and mine were placed on non-stop recording shifts. Mine recorded daylight video, while she viewed the contents of hers; and then her cellphone, which had been resolution and recording capability than mine, recorded nighttime video, while she viewed the contents of my phone.
The only chance there was for something to happen, and for her to miss it, was during the brief period it took to extract one phone and replace it with the other!
And, before one of you other nobodies out there chokes on your smug sense of self superiority over me, saying, "That's impossible! Nobody can watch videos non-stop for twenty-four hours a day! Plot hole! It's a plot hole!", I just want to GPL you.
What's GPL, you ask? Oooohhhh… Not so smart now are you, Mr. Plot-hole-my-ass-Nobody!! It stands for Giggle, Point, and Laugh, which is what I'm doing at *YOU* right now!!
I NEVER said Maria watched videos twenty-four hours a day — she watches twenty-four hours of video every day!! What's the difference, nobody asked??
She watches the playback of the video at 2x speed. It takes twelve hours to record the forest, SIX hours to watch it. It's a damn video, not real-time streaming!! Sheesh!!
Maria's schedule is basically twelve hours watching video every day, eight to ten hours sleeping, and two to four hours doing other things like bathing, eating, socializing with us, or whatever. No plot hole there; just basic time management at play.
As for me, I was basically spending all my waking time experimenting and learning. Growing the portal was becoming exponentially more difficult every time I tried. I had more or less finished with the dots that made up the total width of the portal fairly quickly, so all I had to do now was just expand the height — which wasn't any easy task! One strainful grunt, much like you give when squeezing a brick out your ass after being constipated for a week, and PUGGGHHH , I was done for a while!
The one thing I did notice over these few relaxful days, was that even though the effort to create the portal didn't get any easier, my time recovering between doing it did. At first, I could only grunt and push out a row of energy about once every other hour. By the end however, I'd cut that recovery time in half, and was expanding the portal nearly every hour I was awake.
As for all my free time between shitting constipated energy? I used it playing around and experimenting with Vicky. Honestly, I don't even think she qualifies as being *human* any more. For one thing, Vicky has absolutely no need to eat or sleep anymore. When I sleep at night, she's snuggled tight beside me, enraptured either suckling my tiny cock, or staring dreamily at my sleeping face. The only thing she's ate in days is my man-seed, unless I just deliberately hand her something and tell her to eat it specifically.
Mankind's three basic needs are sleep, food, and sex, and Vicky has no use for two of those!
As for other stuff I've learned about her, experimenting, for one is the fact that her body is unbelievably alterable by just the slightest orders of mine. Of course, there's also limits to what I can do, but those seem to be based on basic human limits. For example, I can tell her to grow hair, and she'll grow hair. I can tell her to grow angel wings or a devil tail, and she just breaks down with a broken heart, crying for failing me.
I can order Vicky's breasts to make milk, or to stop making milk, but I can't order them to produce chocolate milk. Her body is almost fully customizable, as long as its within the providence of humanly possible. For example, I can make her teeth fall out or grow back, but I can't make her hair grow shorter. If she needs a haircut, either I cut it the length I want, or else I can just make it all fall out and then grow it back to the length and style I want.
One astonishing aspect that I learned playing around with Vicky during this time, is that I can freely change her skin tone to suit my desires. Bronze tanned Vicky. Ghostly white Vicky. Bikini tan-line Vicky. Cute as a button freckle-girl Vicky. All just by really thinking about it and concentrating like I do when growing the portal between worlds.
And, in case you're curious, hair and eye color can also be affected by the pigmentation process, but only for natural colors. I can turn Vicky's hair Irish red, but I can't turn it fluorescent green. Eyes, on the other hand, can be almost any color imaginable. At least, I haven't found a color they can't be yet, but I do have a limited imagination!
Altering actual body shape itself is rather limited. I can make a chubby Vicky, or a skinny Vicky, but I can't make a tall Vicky or a short Vicky. I can fake it somewhat by making her walk on her tiptoes like she was wearing heels naturally, or by making her slouch and slump naturally, but I can't actually grow her legs or bones longer.
A woman's breasts, on the other hand, are oddly malleable. Perhaps it's the fat content in them, or the milk glands, or the muscle composition, but whatever it is, those I can shrink to about a third of their normal size, or I can expand them to about twice what they naturally are. Firm titties. Round titties. Full titties. Itty titties. Rocket titties. Marshmallow titties. They're all *MY* glorious titties!!
And how did Vicky act the whole time I was playing around with her body, you ask??
She loved it!!
Honestly, Vicky seemed like she enjoyed the concept even more than I did. I think, for her, it was the final release from her past life of overbearing expectations. Vicky the cheerleader student president had to be perfect in all things, at all times. Vicky the redheaded pale-skinned freckle girl with naturally perky breasts was related to that previous existence at all.
If it's at all possible to believe, Vicky surrendered herself even more to me, completely letting go of any lingering vestiges of her previous existence.
And we had all the rest of our school week, and the weekend to indulge in such blissful happiness, until Sunday evening came around and we were all called down for a family meeting on the intercom.